Marked by the Moon
I could feel the anticipation in the air as I whispered softly, "Kiss me, Bas."
Without a moment's hesitation, he closed the gap between us and pressed his lips to mine.
Our kisses deepened, our tongues intertwining in a passionate dance, exploring every part of each other’s mouths. I was intoxicated by his kisses, lost in the moment, craving more of him. Memories of our time in the orphanage flooded back, igniting a sense of longing and desire deep within me.
“Ugghhh, I want you,” Bas groaned between kisses, his desire evident in the intensity of his touch. He gently pressed me against the wall, his hands exploring my body with urgency.
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