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me ravenous.

Closer. I need him closer.
As though he can hear my thoughts, he kisses me harder, claiming every

line and curve of my mouth with a reckless edge that makes my body sing.

He’s just as needy as I am, and when he shifts his grip to my ass and picks
me up, I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on like my life depends on

this kiss never ending.

The wall digs into my back, but I don’t care. My hands are finally in his
hair and it’s just as soft as I imagined. He kisses me until I feel thoroughly

devoured and explored, and then he sucks my tongue into his mouth so I

can do the same.
This is complete and utter madness, and yet I can’t stop. Can’t get

enough. I could live forever in this tiny slice of insanity if it means keeping
his mouth on mine, leaving my world narrowed to the heat of his body and

the skilled stroke of his tongue.

His hips rock into mine, and I gasp at the delicious friction. He breaks the
kiss, sliding his mouth across my jaw, my neck, and I know I’ll do anything

to keep him here with me. I want to feel his mouth everywhere.
We’re a tangle of tongues and teeth, questing lips and hands as the snow

falls around us, and the kiss consumes me the same way the power had

before, so thoroughly I can feel it in every cell in my body. Need pulses
between my thighs, and I jolt at the simple knowledge that there’s nothing

he could do that I wouldn’t welcome. I want him.

Only him. Here. Now. Anywhere. Whenever.
I’ve never been this out of control over a single kiss. Never wanted

someone the way I do him. It’s exhilarating and terrifying at the same time

because I know that in this moment, he has the power to break me.
And I’d let him.

I surrender completely, melting into him, my body going pliant against
his and losing that mental foothold he calls grounding. A flash of light