"I don't want sex. I want the things that lead to it...the slow kissing then the passionate kissing, then the pulling closer, the neck kisses..." she does it all, following her words strictly. "...The grabbing, biting, heavy breathing, grinding, the pauses while you catch your breath, feeling each other. Oh god, then sex" she moans and traps my lips. I groan, flipping us around. How the hell can I say no to that? ... He was air, she was fire Both a fiery mix of sensitivity and toughness He was aquarius, she was aries He loved video games, she loved music He loved chocolates, she loved coffee Both were entirely different But they were members from the same fire, Dust from the same star And echoes of the same love. He wasn't going to stop Not until he had her But what if when he finally did Forces combine, hellbent to break them apart It's not their fault though, it all comes as part of the baggage of his wrong decisions... She wasn't fragile like a flower. She was fragile like a bomb... Sequel to CHEMISTRY. I feel you should probably read that first for better understanding. But if you don't want to, that's fine. You're probably going to be a little bit confused at some point though. WARNING⚠️: DO NOT STEAL MY STORY!!
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