15. Will of fate

His touch was gentle, yet firm, as he traced the curves of my face. His movements are slow and soft yet urgent.

As I pressed my lips against his, I could feel the electricity coursing through my body. The familiar taste of his lips, the way they fit perfectly with mine, our tongues dancing together, sent shivers down my spine. I could feel the intensity building between us, wanting more with each passing moment.

His hands roamed my body, pulling me closer to him. I could feel his warmth radiating through his touch, making my knees go weak. I ran my fingers roughly through his hair, pulling him even closer as I deepened the kiss.

I could feel his breath quicken, his heart beating in sync with mine. Our bodies molded together perfectly, as if they were made to fit together. The heat and passion between us burning strongly.

As our lips parted, I looked into his eyes and saw the desire in them, he wanted more and so did I. I couldn't resist the urge to taste him again, to feel the rush