Spicy Hot
Déessei can't sleep until i feel your touchi can feel you tremble when we touchcraving your touchwhen we touch i get this feeling
Célia
His mouth on mine is a repossession, a bittersweet reminder of what we have just traversed. My taste is still there, mingled with his. A violent, hard-won intimacy. My limbs are heavy, my thoughts blurred, but the awareness of what is to follow emerges, sharp and icy amidst the embers of my pleasure. He pulls back, just enough to plunge his gray eyes into mine. I read a mixture of triumph and a tension so intense it echoes the tightness coiling in my stomach.