Obsessive Lust
The clang of plates and cutlery filled the room as I used one arm to sweep everything off the table.
Shit, I feel the burn. His mouth moved like every second he didn't have me was something I owe him. His kiss was full of obsession. The kind of hunger that drives people to do despicable things.
His fingers explored me, tracing the line of my throat, the curve of my waist, pinching my hips as if he owned every inch. I gasped in his mouth when he inserted his fingers inside me.
"Fuck!" I yelled as he thrusts it in and out, up and down inside my body, in my folds. My body was in a flame. Every nerve was alight like a thousand little matches, burning with his touch.
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