Belongs To Him
His touch, his taste, his scent, they all became an integral part of me, mending the broken pieces of my heart.
It was as if he had become my drug, a craving that I needed to satisfy every single day. With each touch, a wave of euphoria washed over me, enveloping me in pure bliss.
He wasn't just a desire; he was a necessity, something I couldn't imagine living without.
As I traced my fingers down his chest, I felt a tug at my heartstrings, I didn't want to ever leave him…
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