Srishcanwrite
"I am ready," she breathed, inching closer, letting her hands brush along his chest.
He leaned down, close enough that her hair brushed against his face, warm and wet. "Bold," he murmured, letting his hand slide across her back - strong, possessive for a heartbeat, then gone.
Her fingers curled into his shirt. "You don't get to hold back either," she said, voice trembling, daring, soft and fierce at once. "I want to feel it all... your strength, your fire."
His lips hovered near hers, brushing just the corner - fleeting, feather-light - making her gasp. He gripped her waist, a fleeting press of possession, then released slightly, letting the tension coil between them like lightning. "You've no idea what you're asking for," he said, voice low, dangerous. "This... this is fire. And I've been starving for it as long as you've been waiting."
Her hands slid up, brushing along his shoulders, over his neck, light touches that burned like caresses. "Then give it," she whispered. "Show me what waiting for each other does to people."
His fingers tangled in her hair, tugging slightly- enough to make her shiver, to make her gasp.
"Every second I've waited," he said, voice raw, vibrating in her chest, "every moment I denied myself, every fight, every bite of anger... it all comes to this. To you. To us."