Never let go
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#1 possessivelove - 27/4/2021
#1 mine - 12/7/2023
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" I won't let you go until you stop avoiding me."
I gathered all the confidence I had and said "How can I not avoid you? You kissed me as if it was no big deal. I always dreamt of sharing a kiss with the person I love."
He walked me backward until my back hit the wall and heald my face with one hand. His hard chest touched mine and his other hand held my arm pinning it to the wall which made my heart beat like crazy.
I couldn't move as he held me tight and then he kissed me. He sucked my lower lip and nibbled on it taking it between his teeth. He was demanding and asked to give in. I felt like I did not had any control over my body and couldn't fight him instead I just thought about the sensation of his lips on mine.
He stopped after a long and passionate kiss and I was out of breath by the time he stopped. He was still pinning me to the wall and said. " Do you feel that? The warmth, like your body is set on fir. These sparks whenever I kiss you."
He brought my face up with his finger so that I could look in his eyes. "Answer me."
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