mate or love?
Something pure.
His lips brushed against mine, soft but full of meaning, as if he was telling me how much he loved me without words. When I didn’t respond right away, he bit my bottom lip gently, his punishment for not kissing him back. He kissed me like honey, slow and sweet, as if savoring every moment.
I let him continue, giving in to the tenderness of his kiss. When he finally pulled away, his lips made a soft slurping sound as they left mine, only to return for a gentle, lingering peck—four times, each one softer than the last.
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