He moved closer again, this time there was no space between us. His palm touched my stomach, sending chills to my body, making me shiver and close my eyes. He was definitely on the move.

I wanted more. I needed more. I crave more. I needed to see those eyes again. I felt like I could read them. I crawled my arms around his neck, his eyes not breaking mine. But I was distracted, distracted with something else. These lips. I wanted to kiss them so badly.

As if reading my mind, he began drawing the outlines of my lips with his thumb. I felt unable to look away.

Right when I thought he was about to end this torture, he leaned in and traced kisses down my jaw, forcing me to close my eyes in pleasure. He brushed his lips against the corners of my mouth and pull apart again . My heart racing. The space between us full of electricity.

I couldn't take it. The tease was killing me.

He stared at me, closing the distance between us and crashing his lips into mine in a hungry kiss.😘

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