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The rush of my blood echoes in my veins, a rhythmic pulse syncing with the intoxicating dance of his lips.

My mouth becomes a desert, aching for the quenching touch of his. Heat spreads like wildfire, igniting an inferno that engulfs every morsel of my exposed skin.

I find myself caught in a tempest of longing, where each breath is laden with the promise of sweet surrender.

Liam unzips his pants, and the fact that I am just imagining it, not seeing it, makes the experience more exciting.

“you are so mine.” he says, caressing my ass.

“I am yours,” I say, groaning, not necessarily because I am your possession, but because, right now, I do not belong to anyone else. I do not even belong to myself.

He slides his knees between mine, positioning himself behind me, slowly placing his cock on my body. I part his legs, accepting his wide, thick length expanding me. One of his hands holds my waist, the other caresses my back.

A moan slowly leaves my lips as every inch of him enters me. As we