21Sextury
Veronica Leal, Charlie Dean, Vince Karter Pic(s)
The air itself seemed to thicken with the memory of her, a phantom perfume of night-blooming jasmine and warm skin that clung to every surface. His fingers traced the indentation on the pillow where her head had last rested, the linen still holding the ghost of her warmth as if she had only just departed. In the dim light, he could almost see the pale curve of her shoulder, the elegant line of her neck arching back in a silent, breathless plea. The taste of her lingered on his lips, a haunting mixture of salt and honey from their last frantic encounter, a flavor he now sought in the rim of his wine glass. He closed his eyes and was transported back to the feeling of her nails scoring his back, a sharp, possessive pain that branded him as hers. Every whisper they had shared in the dark echoed in the stillness of the room, each one a silken thread binding him tighter to this beautiful madness. The very thought of her was a slow, smoldering fire in his ve, a relentless ache that pulsed in time with his own heartbeat. He was consumed by the vivid recollection of her parted lips and the dark, knowing look in her eyes that promised both ruin and rapture. This all-consuming fixation was his entire world now, a prison of exquisite sensation from which he had no desire to escape.
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