Then he‘s kissing me savagely. Like he can’t get enough. Like my taste is everything he needed. It’s only physical. I chant in my head as I kiss him with the same animalistic need. I don’t even care that the railing is digging into my back and that I can feel bruises forming. They’ll be worth it. I love seeing the evidence of our fucking sessions, and maybe that’s part of the reason why I missed him so much. He never shied away from using me for his pleasure. In return, he gave me the most thrilling releases any woman could dream of. We’re primal. We’re raw. And we’re the perfect example of a
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