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The flame before the fire

作者: Superb writes
last update 最終更新日: 2025-02-06 14:30:51
(Lily's POV)

Neither of us broke the kiss as it deepened, driving me crazy already.

His lips molded against mine, moving slow at first to savor the taste, the heat, and the mere want simmering between us. The way his hands tightened at my waist, pulling me closer, and I went willingly, pressing against the hard lines of his body. It all makes me need it now more than ever.

A small moan escaped me, and that was all it took.

His restraint cracked.

His grasp became tighter, his mouth more insistent, and he consumed me with the deliberateness of slow movements. His tongue danced along my lower lip, slid inside, and deepened the kiss, until my knees buckled.

His fingers dug into my hips, possessive, guiding me against him until I could feel the solid warmth of his body pressing into mine. My head spun, my breath coming in short desperate gasps between each kiss, but I didn't want to stop.

Couldn't stop.

His hands wandered up my sides, teasing the edge of my blouse, fingertip
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