Fever Dream
It feels like a fever dream. Sweat-slicked skin. The scent of youth and adrenaline fills the air. He's so close. His eyes bore into mine. My heart pounds against my ribs. I wanna push him away, to run, but my body yearns for him. A strange sensation blooms in my core, spreading through my veins like wildfire.
His lips brushing against my ear. His hands find my waist, tugging me into his arms. His touch is both gentle and demanding. I can feel the rise and fall of his chest.
Breaking down my defenses, making me thine. With a trembling hand, I reach up and tangle my fingers in his hair. He groans. I lean in. Our lips meeting in a desperate, hungry kiss.
I gasp as he finds the sweet spot. The intensity of it all is overwhelming and leaves me breathless. I'm losing control. I've never felt anything like it before.
We melt into one as I give in, surrendering to the heat. The flames lick and dance, consuming my inhibitions. It's reckless, impulsive, and utterly intoxicating. As if we were the only two people in the universe.
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