He needs you. You're under his fingertips, between the wall and his body, tasting his lips on yours. Your hands find their way to his soft hair just so you can grab hold of something because you're losing yourself to him bit by bit.

    "Ahh..." You can't help but moan as his lips find your neck, his arms tightening around your waist. This is lust. This is love. This is immeasurable, immovable passion. Somewhere between one moment and the next, you find yourself letting go. You know he needs you. You need him too. And finally, finally, he has you.

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