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Impending Juxtaposition

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Next to the bed, he stood behind her, his grip still firm on the belt in his hand. It was tight around her neck, just enough to be uncomfortable but not painful. With his free hand, he traced the outline of her body with is fingertips. From her shoulder, down her arm, then over her sweet, thick hips and thighs. Her ass perfectly round, and red from the belt. His hand moved up her spine, to the back of her neck. Pushing her hair to one side, he kissed her there. So very carefully. Her body shivered, reacting to his lips on her skin. He let go of the belt, and she took a deep breath.
Wrapping his arms around her from behind, he reached his hands up to her breasts, pushing them, squeezing. The leather fell between them, he could feel it as he fondled her. Reaching for her hand, he put the strap in her palm. With a growl against her neck, just barely a whisper, he demanded to her “Pull”.

She did as she was instructed, pulling on the belt to tighten it around her neck. He loved watching her struggle for breath, even more so when she was in control of how tight the belt would get. His hands moved to her hips again, then to her beautiful ass. He smacked her, hard. Leaving another bright red mark on her milky skin. Although he knew she wanted to, the belt around her neck kept her from moaning too loudly. He noticed she pulled tighter on it the moment he spanked her. He pushed her onto the edge of the bed, bending her over.

She felt his legs push hers apart, spreading her open. He reached between her legs, and began stroking her throbbing clit. Her body was reacting in ways she wasn’t familiar with. His touch was tender, slow…. to the point that she was pushing against his hand, silently begging for more. With one hand teasing her soaking wet lips, his other hand slid up her back to her shoulders, pushing her deeper into the mattress. He instructed her, “Do not move, and keep your head down, just like you are right now.” She murmured, “Yes…s.s.sir”. It wasn’t fear in her voice, but the lack of air in her lungs and the anticipation of what was to happen.

She listened intently, trying to get an image of what he was doing. She could hear him moving around, and could feel movement on the bed. She dared not look up, as she vividly remembered what else was hanging on the wall next to the belt. She smiled the moment she heard the familiar sound of his zipper coming down. She began to melt again, her legs trembling, her pussy throbbing. She felt the excitement pooling on her lips. She hoped, no…she needed, to feel him penetrate her. Every. Single. Hard. Inch.

She could hear his bare feet, walking about the room. Then she heard the sound of metal on metal. The rings…. the rings on the bed posts. He was doing something with them. Her anticipation grew stronger. He watched her intently, making sure not only that she was obeying him….but he loved watching how she reacted, how her body would prepare for him and his touch. Even face down on the bed, bent over, legs spread wide, he could hear her breathing becoming more and more ragged. He can see the goosebumps on her ass and down her thighs. He can smell the scent of her trepidation.

His footsteps are getting near her now. She remains perfectly still. Careful to not give in to her urge to turn her head to see him. Oh how she loves watching him. His movements are graceful, his stance tall and confident. Quickly, he stands behind her and she suddenly feels the length of his perfectly hard shaft pressing against her ass. He leans over her, the weight of his body pushing her deeper into the bed. He pushes her arms above her head, then slides his hands down her body once again. Brushing her hair to the side once again, he reaches for the belt. Bringing the buckle to the back of her neck, he pulls it just slightly. He feels the air in her lungs fill quickly, she is grasping for the precious air while she can.

Pushing her feet further apart, he moves into her. The head of his cock swollen, aching for her. He hasn’t felt her, for what seems like a lifetime, and he is ready to thrust into her. Even if just for a moment. As he pulls tighter on the belt, he sinks his entire length deep into her. She moans, loudly, her fingers grasping at the sheets. He stays there, buried, unmoving. She clutches herself around him, pulsing. Her warmth makes him weak, the wetness causing him to feel unsteady. This happens, every single time he plunges into her after such a long period of time without her. Slowly, he moves out of her, then back in. Grinding into her, over and over again. She becomes even more slippery with each stroke. He pulls tighter on the noose around her neck, and she tightens around his cock.

As quickly as he sank into her…. he pulls away. His shaft is covered with the syrup from her body. He lets the belt loose, allowing her full breath once again.

“Don’t look up, baby girl. I want you to get on the bed, but stay up on your knees. Keep your ass in the air, and your head down. Do you understand?”

“Yes. I understand, sir.” As she does exactly as she is told. Keeping her head down, her hair spills around her face, like a curtain, shadowing her eyes, her mouth, and her reactions. Although, she know damn good and well, the rest of her body is incapable of keeping anything hidden from him.

Unwrapped

She trusted him, not the kind of trust that let him over the walls completely, but the kind of trust where she felt safe. The kind of trust that allowed her to have every part of her body. Even her breath.

He knows that one day, she will let the walls down. Those heavy curtains will be ripped away, she will one day be truly naked before him. Until that day, he will continue to protect her, but take her to places she hasn’t even imagined.

She tastes sweet on his tongue, like a creamy honey. Her thighs tremble just slightly as he sucks her clit. Still standing in front of him, blindfolded, he feels her reacting to him. He slides his finger between her swelling lips, she drips into his palm. He moans into her body, the vibrations of his voice sending a tremor through her veins.

Instinctively, she reaches for him, fingers tangling in his dark hair, pushing him deeper between her legs. She knows, in the far recess of her mind, that she will be punished for this reaction. She is willing to take it. To not touch him, would be the equivalent of not breathing. The vibration of his moans between her legs is making her weak, she leans into him, folding over his shoulder. He pulls away from her, standing up to hold her against him. With her body against him, she can feel his cock pressing against her. Her wetness, the sweetness on his mouth makes him throb for her. With her head leaning against him, he caresses her neck carefully, removes the blindfold, then lifts her face. “Valentina Luna Mia, tell me what you need.” Then he kisses her, a fierce, hot kiss. She tastes herself on his mouth. He pulls away as quickly as he came into her….”Tell me. I want to hear it.”

With downturned eyes, she quietly tells him what she needs, “You, sir. I need you.” He quickly reaches behind her and smacks her ass. “Baby girl, you know I require details from you. Tell me.”

“Yes, sir,” she says with more confidence in her still small voice, “I need you to make me cum. I need to feel you inside of me.”

He kisses her again, “Good girl. You must remember, though, you look at me when you answer my questions. Unless you are told not to. Do you understand?”

Looking directly into his magical, amber eyes, she replies, “Yes sir. I understand.”

He smiles softly. She wants nothing more to please him, to make him proud, to give him that smile. He takes her by the hand and leads her down the hallway. Not another word is said between them as she follows him. As he opens the heavy oak door, she is transported into a world she had only seen in the corners of her imagination. The walls were dark wood, shiplap. Stained a hauntingly beautiful deep mahogany. Dim lights were recessed into the ceiling, glowing like candles throughout the room. The floor was glass-like, so smooth and cold against her bare feet. Colors of copper, scarlet, and charcoal swirled across the floor. She could smell something familiar, but very unique. It reminded her of a time long ago, but she wasn’t able to quite distinguish it at the moment.

In the middle of the room, there it was. This massive king-size bed, draped with deep red sheets, silky and smooth. Huge pillows at the head of the bed, and a dark gray blanket at the foot of the bed. These all were supported with tall posts at each corner. Rings were attached to the posts at various heights. The headboard was constructed with bars, adorned with more rings. At the foot of the bed, she noticed a single bar between the posts, near the mattress. Something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye.

There, in the corner of the room, she found the source of the familiar scent….. leather. She noticed his belt hanging there, along with a few other choice tools that would undoubtedly be against her skin before their time here came to an end. She took a deep breath, then closed her eyes to memorize this exact moment. She smiled softly as his hand slid over her ass and he closed the door behind them. He instructed her to finish taking her clothes off, and to lay them across the chair in the corner. She did exactly as she was told. He watched as her body was exposed to him. He could look at her for days, her tits are perfectly big and her ass so round and sweet. Her dark hair on her shoulders, tumbling around her face. She stood next to the chair, awaiting more instructions. He walked over to the opposite corner of the room, reaching for his worn leather belt. When he turned back to her, he could see the quickening of her breath and her nipples were instantly hard. His mouth upturned on one side, he loved seeing her anticipation. She stood there, naked…but not trying to cover herself in any way. Her arms at her sides, shoulders back, chin up…she stared at him intently. Watching every move he made. He felt a sense of pride, seeing her like this. She wasn’t always so comfortable being so exposed to him. She’s learning to trust him more every time, and this, is what he needs.

He steps in front of her, she looks into his eyes, trying to read him. Although she already knows it is nearly impossible to do, she tries nonetheless. Dragging the end of his belt over her chest, then back over her shoulders, down to her hips, she shivers. Not because she is cold, but from the feel of the leather on her skin. Her nipples harden even more, causing her breasts to become taught…firm. She can feel her excitement dripping between her thighs. Before she realizes, he spins her around and bends her over the chair, quickly spanking her bare ass with the belt. It stings, she holds back the sound trying to escape from her, as she knows if she yells, he will do it again. Her skin turns bright red, instantly. He leans over, kissing her scarlet skin softly, then rubs his hand across the red mark. He asks her, “Baby girl, do you know why I had to do that?”

“Yes sir. I do.”

“Tell me why.”

“Because you didn’t give me permission to touch you earlier, sir.”

“Did you know you would be punished?”

“Yes, sir. I did know.”

“But you chose to disobey me anyway?”

“I did, sir.” As she said it, she closed her eyes, mentally preparing for another lick from the leather belt.  In that moment, she felt the burn across the other cheek. Then, felt his lips, cooling the sting.

“Good girl. You know to always be honest with me.”

He stood next to her, pulling her close. Kissing her lips softly as he held her face. She could feel the cold steel of the buckle against her cheek. He pushed her chin up as he kissed her throat, and then slide the belt around her neck. Slipping the end through that cold buckle. He pulled it through, tightening it around her.

He could feel her breath quicken, her heart racing, against his hand on her throat. He kissed her again, whispering into her lips…. “My perfect baby girl…. I hope you are ready to go with me to places you’ve never even imagined.” Then lead her, with his belt, to the bed.

His gift

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He slides back into the driver’s seat. Her awareness of him has been heightened, as she shifts carefully in the seat, her ass stinging from his spanking. She smiles to herself, enjoying each bump in the road. He glances over at her. Skin flushed, especially her neck and the top of her breasts. He knows she is excited by the way her skin blushes. He reaches over and gently tickles her bare thigh, asking her; “What is that little smile for, baby girl?”

Her mouth smiles bigger. She cocks her head slightly, replying, “It’s for you. My smile is because you make it so.”

He taps her thigh, smiling himself. Although she can’t see him, she can feel it. “Yes, it is.”

He slows down again, pulling up to their destination. He quietly tells her to wait in the car, he will be back for her soon. She obeys accordingly.

Sitting quietly, she listens to the sounds around her. She can hear the breeze blowing through oak trees. We must be away from the city, she thought. When they came to a stop, she recalls the sound of gravel under the tires. She tries to imagine where he has taken her. But realizes it is futile. She leans her head back, patiently waiting for her master to return. She reminds herself that she must behave, that is, only if she doesn’t want his punishment.

The punishments are not that, exactly. He uses these things as lessons to teach her, to help her understand how much he cares for her, and that she will accept nothing less than the best. Even when the punishment is painful, he never leaves her hurting. He is certain to hold her, pull her close, protect her, and never does he let her feel unsafe. He is her king….but just the same, she is his queen.

Lost in her thoughts, she is startled with the car door opens. He takes her by the hand, and guides her out of the car. He steps behind her, explaining that he will guide her steps until he takes off the blindfold. She almost questions when that will be, but stops herself. She knows better than to ask. He leads her up 5 steps, through a threshold into what…she cannot see. He begins to describe to her, where she is standing. In front of them, is a masterful staircase, well over a hundred years old. To their left is another threshold that leads into a kitchen. To the right of the staircase is a long hallway, with rooms on either side and at the end, and directly to their right, is a living area with a couch, chairs, and coffee table. He moves her a few more steps forward, then stops. “Do you hear that? We are standing on wood floors, original to the building.” He kneels down behind her. She can feel his breath on the back of her legs. Kissing her calves, his hands tell her to step out of her shoes. He wants her bare feet on these floors.  As her feet touch the cool wood planks, he kisses her  toes, then slowly licks to the bottom of her dress. His hands are warm against her skin, as he pushes her dress up further. He looks up to her…..admiring her amazing beauty. She shivers, goosebumps covering her body.

He pushes her feet slightly apart with his knees, then leans into her, his face between her legs. The scent of her excitement fills every cell in his body. She knows the control she has over him, yet….she freely submits to him. She is his gift.

With both hands, he exposes her throbbing clit, slowly sucking it into his mouth. She moans….telling him she needs more. “Don’t worry, baby girl…. I will take care of you….”

What she does….

His touch consumes her. She can’t see him, but she feels him with every cell in her body. He leans into her, his fingers stroking her slowly as she remains bent over the car. He whispers to her, asking her “Who is my good girl?” Her answer isn’t quick enough, and she feels the sting of his hand on her bare ass. He asks again, this time with a terrifying firmness in his voice. She answers, without hesitation, “I am sir. I am.”

“Yes, you are. Good girl.” He lets her dress slide down over her hips, and stands her up next to him. In front of her, he caresses her body, from her waist….leading up, slowly. Her neck is exposed, as her long dark hair is pulled up and her dress is just the right amount of revealing. His fingers can feel her nipples pressing against the material of her dress, so hard…. silently begging for his lips to taste them. He pulls the silkiness away from her left breast, exposing her. He listens as her breath catches in her throat. Then leans into her, sucking her nipple into his hot mouth.

Instinctively, her hands twist in his dark hair, pushing him closer to her. He bites down on her hard nipple then jerks away. He quickly spins her around and bends her over the hood again. Lifting her dress, he spanks her sweet ass…hard. She moans, but knows not to say any more than that.

He asks her, “Did you get permission to touch me like that?”

“No sir.” She replies, with no fear or pain in her voice. She knew she would be punished for it….and she was willing to take that punishment. She needed to touch him.

He reminds her of how this works, and what is required. She agrees. He carefully rubs her ass, where he had just spanked her, then kisses her hot, red skin.

He leads her back to the car, guiding her into the passenger seat. As he buckles her seat belt, his fingers slide over her throat, pausing there as he kisses her. He feels her pulse, racing against his touch. He kisses her neck, then whispers to her, “You are mine. My good girl. I don’t want to punish you like that, but you know that I must be obeyed, don’t you?”

“Yes sir. I do know.”

“Valentina Luna Mia….. you will never forget.”

 

Unseen Collision

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Life comes out of nowhere. Colliding with plans. Disrupting waking moments. Impacting dreams when the stars come out. This encounter is more than she could have ever imagined, spinning her thoughts to touch those places she had hidden for years.

She anticipates, patiently, the opportunity to bring all those dreams to life. One that she keeps going back to, especially with him, is her fantasy of quiet domination….over many days. Not just in the bedroom, but her fantasy expands beyond those walls.

Upon meeting, he pulls her close and hugs her tight. She still captivates him, everything about her consumes him. She drowns him, every time she is near. She wears a black dress, fitted on her delicious curves, but not tight. Just enough cleavage to tease him. A diamond pendent sparkles around her neck….. he imagines his fingers on her throat, her heart racing against his touch. Bringing his thoughts back earth, he kisses her perfect red lips softly then leads her to the passenger side of the car.  She asks where he is taking her. His response of a crooked smile and a wink tells her they are heading to something unbelievable. She watches him as he drives, handling the road with ease. His strong hands glide over the steering wheel. He wears dark jeans, snug on his thighs, and a crisp white, button down shirt. The fabric hugs his body perfectly. As he drives, she reaches over….sliding her hand up his leg. She feels the heat radiating from him, causing her touch to tremble. Being careful, she leans close to him and kisses his neck, then whispers softly in his ear…. “Doesn’t this thing go any faster?”; as she smiles.

The road is unfamiliar to her. She’s never seen this landscape.  She trusts him wholly. He is aware of her depths. He decides to test this, pulling a red silk scarf from his pocket. He tells her to blindfold herself as he drives further. She notes the demand in his voice, and obeys, tying the silk over her eyes. Sitting back, doing her best to relax, she imagines what’s to come. His hand reaches over, pushing her dress up her bare thigh. His fingertips burn into her flesh. She breathes deep…attempting to prepare herself for what’s to come.

The car comes to a stop. She reaches for the door handle, but he stops her. He will guide her from this point forward. She listens intently as he walks to the passenger side and opens her door. He reaches for her hands, escorting her from the vehicle. He closes the door behind her and leads her a few steps, then stops. He stands behind her, lifts her hair and lightly kisses the back of her neck. She shivers, and reaches for him. He pushes her hands away, telling her he hasn’t given her permission to touch. “For that, you have to be punished.”

Remaining behind her, he leans her over the hood. The heat from the engine against her bare thighs. He lifts her dress over her hips, catching his breath. She wears a black lace thong, exposing her perfect ass. He presses his hips against her bare skin, and she feels his excitement. His hand making soft circles on her ass cheek, he reminds her that she must listen to him, carefully, then spanks her creamy white skin, leaving a fiery red handprint. She moans under her breath, knowing that there will be more to come. Again, he gently traces circles on her skin, but remains tender. He pushes her legs apart, just enough to feel her smooth wetness. Without warning, he plunges his finger into her…stroking her slowly. She drips over his hand, her body giving into him with nothing more than his touch melting her. He wants to bury himself deep inside her, right here, right now…. but he will wait.

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6454890-sensual-wallpapersFlashes of intense desire blaze through the corners of her mind. He nudged the sleeping monster, and she is determined to keep it sleeping. Doing so, has become nearly impossible. She isn’t sure how much longer she can let it hibernate.

With very little required to feed her, she finds this monster provoked. Too much time has passed with it staying in a deep slumber. She had almost believed it had died. That is, until this creature made his way into her life. Now, should he decide to continue to awaken the beast, she implores that he is fully aware of the consequences once her secret savage returns.

Obsession doesn’t describe her Frankenstein. Because she refuses to become obsessed, her addictive personality makes this extremely difficult. She sees it as an enthusiastic fascination with pleasure, passion, need, desire, and raw attraction. There is an animal side to her, one that she believes every human being possesses….but refuses to embrace. When she finds another person who is aware of their own beast within, her instincts kick in immediately. It is almost as if they are drawn to one another. A magnetic pull, if you will. These energies are not an illusion to those who have been brave enough to experience them.

Her monster stirs quietly, between wake and slumber. Should he decide to arouse this even further, she has no choice but to unlock the chains.

The Dragon in the Sea

There he was, seeming to have come out of nowhere. She didn’t expect this to stir her the way it has.

This dragon has been sleeping for a very long time, and she was certain it would never awaken again. But with just a few words, it has come back to life, and she isn’t sure that she will extinguish the fire. Not today. Maybe not ever.

His touch scorches her soul, his kiss tastes the darkest corners of her mind. He knows he has brought something to life, but has no idea what they could be in for. He’s an open book, learning that life is too short to be anything but honest. No drama. No games. Just simple passion…. if one could ever say passion is simple. His eyes are dark, but hide nothing.

Within the sea of her blue eyes, he can see oceans of unknown. She tries to hid behind herself. She rarely lets people past getting their toes wet on the beach. She fears that if he steps any further, he may drown. And she wouldn’t know how to save him. But, as his fingertips press against her skin….. she feels the waves building. Neither one will stop this hurricane.

Let it fall

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She collapsed into him, silently telling him that she was letting go….and giving in. To resist this any longer was nothing less than simply impossible.

He caught her, holding her tight against his body. Still kissing her softly, tasting her breath, feeling her pulse quicken against his touch. He lowered her to the ground, leaving her vulnerable and completely open to him. He whispered gently, reminding her that he is in control and that she trusts him, wholly and completely. His fingers stroked her face, then down her neck, stopping there as he pressed his mouth against hers again.  As the kiss became deeper, she felt his fingers squeezing her neck, his palm putting pressure on her throat. His voice was soft, but stern…. “This is only the beginning. We have waited too long for this. Just. Trust. Me.”

She had often thought about taking this path with him. She was terrified. Was she ready for this? How far would he go? Did she really trust him enough to let him take her?  Yes. She hoped further than her imagination could take her. And yes, she did.

 

Have you ever felt the rain?

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She has always been drawn to the rain, to the thunder and the lightening. Maybe it is because she has a storm that stirs in her soul that  is never quiet. Maybe she can feel even more when the raindrops splash on her skin, as if the droplets open up the windows to the deepest thoughts and most vivid imagination.

Ever since she can remember, she has watched for rain clouds. She has never seen the storms as a threat, or the rain as something sad. She sees these as opportunities to grow, as a portal into a place that can only be found in the rain.

Only on a rare occasion, has she been able to open herself up to the storm enough to share it with another. His touch, like the raindrops on her skin, took her to a place that she had only imagined.

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They spent the day together, simply enjoying each other. She felt comfortable, relaxed with him. Two things that were rare for her to know. An energy glowed from deep inside her…she knew something was stirring

As the hours passed, his mind often wandered to her silky skin that was hidden beneath the long pink dress she wore. Although the material flowed around her body, it hugged the curves he longed to touch, exposed her sun-kissed skin just enough to distract him. The pale pink cotton and lace seemed to glow against her tan skin.

They lay in the mid-summer afternoon, shaded by an old hickory tree, listening to the creek below and the gentle breeze rustling the grasses around them. Watching clouds drifting above them and quietly conversing about nothing at all, they seemed to be lost in one another. Her head lay on his chest, feeling the beat of his heart. His body was warm, inviting, and felt like home next to hers. She could hear a quiet rumble in the distance, but she didn’t stir. She had been here before, and hadn’t ever found the realization of the source of the thunder. So many times, the thunder was silenced before she could see the lightening, before she could feel the rain. She refused to allow expectations to invade her mind. By doing so, she knew she wouldn’t be disappointed.

His hands trailed down her bare shoulder and over her arm. He stroked her gently, listening to her hushed breathing, simply taking her in. She smelled of summertime and sweet sunshine, he couldn’t describe it in words…just that it was only one of the million things that he was drawn to. He found her to be a mystery, that was yearning to be solved. Although she never appeared to be lost, or even broken…no, she was far from either one. Her intensity was soft and still, but powerful all the more. He closed his eyes, memorizing her with his touch. Etching these moments into his mind. He wanted her, in ways beyond description. Not only her body, but all of her. He ached to climb the walls, look into the windows, and crash through the door. He absorbed her, taking her in with each breath. Her presence was like that of a sleeping lion and a tender butterfly, all at once. How could one person possess such a spectrum of intensity.

She could feel him watching her, trying to read the lines in her book, that was rarely open.

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As she felt the caress of his fingertips trailing over her bare shoulders, down her arms, and into her hands, her body responded in the unexpectedly expected way she knew was always there… but had only experienced a few times before this moment.

It felt as if his fingertips were on the door handle to those places where secrets and passion played…and he was turning the handle.

The air cooled around them, and the scent of rain filled her senses. She wasn’t sure if an actual storm was approaching, or if the storm brewing within her was taking over.

He reached to her face, needing to see her eyes.  He knew that she would try to remain hidden, but he also knew she need to be found… just as much as he need to be lost in her. As he held her faced, cupped in his hands, he kissed her forehead.  Simply pressing his lips to her skin, he felt her becoming warm against him.  He could sense the hope of the beginning of her release…no matter how small.

This was the beginning of a terrifying journey that he couldn’t resist taking.

He pulled away slowly, leaning his forehead against hers. As he looking at her, she kept her gaze down, so not to look into his eyes. He held her there for only a moment, then quietly told her to look at him, to let him see her.

Although she resisted, she looked up into his eyes as he continued to gently hold her face.  These windows were heavily shaded, she wasn’t going to give him a glimpse into this storm, not just yet.  Maybe if he allowed her to see further into who he was, she might just allow him the same pleasure. It was a necessary risk.

She saw a unique landscape as she looked into his eyes. A flicker of hot passion, shadowed with a gentle compassion, hiding an intense curiosity that had always felt like a curse.  As she found the combination of all these, she craved even more, knowing he had more to compliment her own chaos.

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She was cautious but wanted to dive into this beautiful mess head first. His resistance met hers equally. They both have demons that keep them from ever becoming submerged in another.

He quietly asked for her permission before kissing her perfect lips. As he tasted her sweet mouth on his, all sense of control seemed to spiral. Images of all the things he wanted to do to her, with her, and for her raced through his mind.  His gentle kiss became more urgent. He felt the tip of her tongue tracing his lips. He wondered if she could feel the power she had over him, or if she realized the strength it took for him to remain calm…to continue to be a gentleman next to her.

There was this beast-like need beginning to boil within him, as if her kiss was feeding this starved animal.