Slow Hands |NH|

Slow Hands |NH|

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The last time she had seen him, he had just a slight tuft of blonde but his hair had grown out enough to cut it and now it was all back to his natural color. Having always hated the blonde, she found herself more attracted to him; more aroused. He didn't look like a kid anymore. He looked like a man.... He sat down before taking the drink she had ordered for him. She watched his throat as he swallowed the burning liquid. The bob of his Adam's apple made her almost bite her bottom lip at how hot it was. He never winced when he drank any hard liquor, which made him all the more attractive to her. He could take a drink the way she took him.... She laced an arm around his neck, running her hand through his hair and twirling a strand around her finger before tugging on it a little. She leaned in and began placing kisses along his neck. She felt him shudder a little at the sudden contact. Feeling the goosebumps forming along his skin, she bit at the spot along his jawline that was one of his sensitive spots. She felt him as he placed his hand on her leg and drag it up her thigh. She bit at him again as his grip on her tightened. She was so close to him that she heard his breath catch and falter in his throat... She could feel his breath on her neck and she let a shudder move up her spine. She felt him smile against her skin, pleased that he had this effect on her... Bringing her mouth to his ear, she whispered, "We should take this back to my place." Without a word, he paid for their drinks and they left...
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I cupped her face in my hands, rubbing my thumbs in circles over her cheeks. She was having trouble finding words to describe what she felt, and I could relate. I loved her more than words could describe and telling her I loved her was almost an insult to my true feelings for her. My heart ached at just the thought of her not being with me. I honestly don't know what I would have done with myself if I had never went to that stupid party and met her. But, I have a feeling, we would have found each other, eventually. This love's too strong to ignore forever. Both of us had pieces of us missing, that neither of us were aware of until we met. We were like two puzzle pieces that finally connected. "I love you," I whispered, leaning my forehead against hers. "I love you more," she replied in a small whisper, her hand reaching up to caress my cheek while the other rested on my thigh. I shook my head, annoyed and charmed by the audacity she had to think that she could possibly love me more. "I love you most," I persisted, causing her head to moved away from mine as she looked into my eyes. "Always?" She questioned, her eyes unreadable for a moment before a flash of fear passed through. "Forever," I assured her and meaning it. We could live an entire lifetime or for eternity, and my love for her would never fade. It would only grow. There was nothing in this world that would ever change the way I loved her. My, Katarina.

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