Webyoung
Kendra Spade, Eliza Ibarra Pic(s)
The air in the dimly lit room was thick with the scent of old wood and reckless decisions, a perfume that clung to our skin as we moved. His calloused fingers traced a slow, deliberate path along the curve of my spine, each touch a silent promise of forbidden knowledge passed between us. I could feel the steady, heavy thrum of his heart agat my palm, a wild drumbeat echoing the unspoken history that bound our bloodlines in disgrace. The rough fabric of his shirt whispered agat my bare arms as he pulled me closer, his breath warm and tasting faintly of whiskey and secrets agat my neck. In the half-light, the sharp angle of his jaw was a stark contrast to the surprising softness of his lips when they finally met mine, a collision of hunger and tender familiarity. A low groan rumbled deep within his chest, vibrating through me as his hands slid down to my hips, anchoring me to the present moment and his solid, unyielding frame. The world outside, with its judgments and expectations, dissolved into the humid space between our bodies, leaving only the raw, electric current of shared desire. Every nerve ending came alive under his exploration, a map of sensation being charted across my skin, each discovery more intoxicating than the last. We were a perfect, chaotic symphony of tangled limbs and shared breath, two wayward souls finding a desperate, beautiful solace in the dark.
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