Faith

Giulia De Angelis 

Once again I realized I was trapped in the spell of the dark eyes, the affection, and the need for consent, the space diminishes with the need to feel the lips again, having the desire fulfilled almost immediately lost inside the bubble that only he is capable of building.

Touching the jewel when lifting my wrist and opening a smile against my lips, the aches in the body being silenced by desire, the affection consuming the confused mind, the brush of the nose against the cheek eliciting a sigh. I lifted my hands cupping his face, caressing the smooth skin and feeling a small scar on his chin admiring its beauty.

The space ended, and we kissed again without any delicacy with a fire growing between our bodies, his mouth took mine with possession I grabbed his hair losing composure and feeling the soft strands slipping between my fingers. Strong hands came down, pulling me by the waist into his lap.

- I meant to have lunch first, Bel