He perched himself like a living tiger, wild, impossible to tame. Every move he made seemed loaded with a primal force, something that
He escaped control and, at the same time, claimed it.
He gets lost in that heat, in the rhythm of
her breath, the way her body spoke without words needed.
He was rubbing it carefully, almost afraid he would break that feverish spell, yet it was
already too late to stop.
There was something about her that pulled him more
deeply, beyond any nearest hesitation,
more strongly, until I delete every
distance.
It wasn't a simple wish, it was a
darker force, more fiery something dangerous, capable of consuming both without leaving a chance.
He gets lost in that heat, in the rhythm of
her breath, the way her body spoke without words needed.
He was rubbing it carefully, almost afraid he would break that feverish spell, yet it was
already too late to stop.
There was something about her that pulled him more
deeply, beyond any nearest hesitation,
more strongly, until I delete every
distance.
It wasn't a simple wish, it was a
darker force, more fiery something dangerous, capable of consuming both without leaving a chance.
