Beneath The Mask
Sparks ignite beneath his touch, setting my skin aflame.
His fingers move with purpose, fumbling with the buttons of my shirt in his desperation to remove it. Fabric falls away, and I arch into him, craving the heat of his skin against mine. His lips leave mine to blaze a path down my neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin there. I groan, tilting my head back to give him better access.
His hands move lower, pulling at my clothes with an urgency that matches the fire between us. I help him shed the last barriers between us, leaving us bare and exposed. He grips my hips tightly, his nails biting into my skin.
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