His mouth crashes against mine again, deeper this time. Hungrier. There’s no hesitation when his tongue sweeps past my lips, claiming, devouring, taking everything he wants. His hands follow, greedy and deliberate as they roam my body like he owns it. And maybe, right now, he does. They slide down my curves with a possessive heat, fingers tracing every inch like he’s committing it to memory. What started as a tender kiss spirals, fast, into something darker, rougher, and aching with urgency. When his hands reach my chest, he doesn’t pause. He cups my breasts firmly, squeezing hard enough to pull a gasp from my throat, muffled into his kiss. He swallows the sound like it feeds him. Then his hands are behind me, tugging my zipper down in one swift motion. Our clothes hit the floor in a messy blur, forgotten, and he lifts me like I weigh nothing, placing me on the bed with a care that only makes the hunger more unbearable. His palms find my skin again, and my back arches helplessl
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