Fated To The Prince Of Rebel
He leaned in, and his lips met mine.
It wasn't a tentative kiss. It was soft at first, seeking, but then it deepened, a hungry exploration that mirrored the banked desire I knew was in both of us. Water streamed down our faces, mixing with the heat of our mouths. His hand moved from my face to the back of my head, pulling me closer. My hands went to his chest, feeling the solid warmth of his skin under the water.
The kissing intensified, becoming more urgent, more passionate. We were completely naked, completely exposed, our bodies pressed together under the spray of water. It felt exhilarating and terrifying. Every touch, every brush of skin, sent shivers through me.
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