The SoulMate Project

"Lips glanced across hers, pressing soft, slow, unyeilding kisses against the fragile skin as though to gauge her reaction. Under her palms, his heart was pounding a mile a minute, his body warm even through the thick fabric of his T-shirt. She could feel his want grow as he pressed harder against her, the kisses becoming possessive and desperate. Mine, she thought with a gasp, he's finally mine." ~Anonymous~