Starving

His tongue travelled to the nape of my neck, his breath, heavy on my skin. That moment i forgot how to breathe, not making any peace with my longings.

My skin awakened by his wild touch as he explored every inch of my unclad body. I bit my lips as my senses gave in. My nails digg deeper into his bare back, leaving marks in all the places long craved.
He smirked and lewdness lingered in his eyes, committing the sweetest of sins. The purest of love, the drakest of nights.
I watched him drink me. Taking his own sweet time. Burning my soul in all shades of love, he went on and on. Deeper. Slower. Longer. 
He looked up straight into my eyes, ”  you are my nastiest dream come true” and lost in the brown of his, i said, “i’m always starving for you. “

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