KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL
His hand, large and warm, found the small of my back, a seemingly innocent touch that ignited an inferno within me.
The heat, a molten wave of pure sensation, spread like wildfire from the point of contact, consuming me, radiating outward, permeating every vein, every delicate nerve ending. It was an erotic current, potent and intoxicating, making my breath catch, my skin prickle with an urgent, desperate need. I swayed into him, a willing captive, utterly lost in the inferno he had conjured with a single, devastating touch.
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