Fire's Determination
Our thighs pressed flush against each other.
I deepened the kiss, and his hand found my lower back, stroking small patterns over my dress. A pang went through me, and I wished I could feel that hand on my bare skin. The air around us heated up, my fire magic reacting to my needs, to my emotions. I felt Gil smile against my lips, and then a small gust of wind joined with my heat, my red hair fluttering against the sides of his face. The wind whipped around us like a soft, sensual tornado of warmth, and when a gust went directly up my dress, between my legs, I laughed into Gil's mouth.
He swallowed my laughter as the wind receded, quickly replaced by his hand, which slowly stroked its way up t
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