Zerotolerancefilms
Dasani Lezian, Mark Wood Pic(s)
The heavy velvet curtain of night fell around us, the only light a single amber glow from the bedside lamp that carved our shadows into giants upon the wall. His scent, a familiar blend of clean linen and something uniquely, deeply masculine, filled the space between our bodies as he moved closer, the heat from his skin a palpable force that made the air itself feel thick and syrupy. My breath hitched as his calloused palm, a map of rough experience, found the delicate curve of my lower back, pressing with an istence that was both a question and a command. A low, guttural sound rumbled in his chest, a vibration I felt through my own ribs before I even heard it, speaking a language older than words. My fingers tangled tinctively in the dark silk of his hair, pulling his mouth down to meet mine in a collision that was less a kiss and more a claiming, tasting of whiskey and unspoken promises. The world narrowed to the slide of cotton as he slowly pushed my shirt up, his knuckles grazing my stomach and sending shivers like electric currents across my sensitized skin. Every nerve ending awoke, singing a desperate chorus as his lips abandoned mine to trace a searing path down the column of my throat, each kiss a brand of ownership. I arched agat him, a silent plea for more, for everything, my body becoming a pliant trument beneath his knowing hands. In that suspended moment, there was no past and no future, only the raw, aching present and the thrilling, terrifying power of his complete attention.
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