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The shed was small, but it a little world, a place where we could forget about Henry, about Maxwell, about everything except the electricity sparking threatening to tear us apart.
Korra’s hands roamed up my back, her touch igniting a fire that had been smoldering. My fingers dug into her hair, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. The intensity was overwhelming, every movement and touch charged with raw emotion. Her lips were impeccably soft, and had the slightest flavor of strawberry. Fucking hell, I would lose it for this woman.
Korra broke the kiss, gasping for air, her eyes wild with desire. "We shouldn't." she whispered, but her body betrayed her words as she pressed closer to my body.
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