Passion - Käärijä
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I looked at him with tears still filling my eyes.
"So what is this.... between us?" I whispered as he softly placed his hand on my cheek.
Before he spoke he tucked a small strand of hair behind my ear. I felt my heart skip a beat.
"Passion" Jere whispered to me as he searched my eyes.
A soft smile formed on my face.
"This is passion" He continued in a husky voice and his hand slowly slid to the back of my head.
He softly grabbed onto my hair and slightly pulled on it. I could see the lust glistening in his eyes.
I wanted him so bad.
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