MY BOYS IN THE WOLVES ACADEMY
As the distance between our lips shrinks, he slowly sucks my bottom lip.
The tension between us quickly escalates into a kiss, and I feel myself melting in his arms. His scent crawls over my skin, an intoxicating blend that pulls me closer. Our lips lock, and we kiss, passionately yet tenderly. The sound of the clock ticking behind me fades into a dull, rhythmic background music, driving me deeper into him and into the moment.
As he frees my wrist from his grip, I feel his hands all over my body. The kiss grows from soft to aggressively hot. He isn't kissing me anymore, he's eating my lips, gulping the taste, and seizing my breath.
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