(Hilda)Without a word, my rescuer opened his arms, and I collapsed into them. The moment his arms wrapped around me, the dam inside me broke. I sobbed into his chest, my body shaking with the force of my anguish. He held me tightly, his hand gently stroking my hair, whispering soothing words that I couldn’t quite hear over the roar of my emotions. I tilted my head up, my eyes meeting his. There was a moment of hesitation, a flicker of uncertainty, and then I pressed my lips to his. The kiss was gentle at first, tentative, as if we were both testing the waters. But the need, the desperation, quickly overtook us. I kissed him harder, my hands gripping his shirt, pulling him closer. He responded in kind, his lips moving against mine with an intensity that left me breathless. His hands roamed my back, tracing the curve of my spine, igniting a fire within me. I moaned into his mouth, the sound swallowed by his kiss. Every touch, every caress, felt like a promise, a reassurance that I wa
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