Each thrust sends him further into a frenzy – thunder rolling, lightning cracking – his moans carrying in the high winds. It takes every ounce of power to keep you from giving in to the violent nature of your dark soul.
Meet him in the eye of his storm, where cyclonic rains and absolute blackness become one.
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You’re lying underneath me and you look beautiful. Your hair is messy from being pulled on, your hands are tied, and your skin is covered in bite marks and red lines from my nails. We’re both breathless from the pleasure of it.
your eyes make me melt like a popsicle in summer heat, the auburn freckles scattered across your cheekbones and nose look like constellations, your smile makes my heart flutter. I want you. I need you more than you could ever know.
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