Reaching on my tiptoes, I sealed his mouth with mine, telling him with my body how I felt, and the ferocity with which I felt it. It was tender and slow and romantic, devoid of our usual carnal hunger.
His forehead dropped to mine. We were both breathing hard.
And for the first time in my life, an elusive, power-drunk feeling washed over me.
I was untouchable.
— Dec 13, 2025 06:18AM
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