He needed her to quench the fire raging inside of him. But she was like oxygen to the flames, making his temperature rise beyond anything he has ever felt. She was perfectly synced to him, as if he would perish if she were to pull away from him. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer. He could feel her heart racing, he knew she was falling apart and coming together all at the same time. He let his hands discover her body. Every time he was with her, he found something more to her….as if she wasn’t enough.

Her skin was hot, moist with tiny beads of sweat, as his fingers moved over her shoulders, tracing lines on her neck, then carefully holding her face as he kissed her even deeper. He could feel her melting into him, surrendering herself, one ragged breath at a time. Every moment as her submission became more apparent, the gentleman slowly turned to the master he’d been waiting to give only to her.

She could feel herself letting go….she was so afraid, but she knew he would catch her when she started to fall. His lips touched her face, gentle kisses on her cheeks, her forehead, and back to her mouth….barely tasting her. As his lips moved down her neck, her body became weak with the same hunger that he was feeling. No matter how much they fed on one another, there would never be enough to stop them from starving.