Back Against The Wall, Again

Once more, they find themselves in the same clandestine meeting spot. The air is thick with unspoken words and pent-up desire. She turns to face him, her breath hitching as he cages her in, his eyes burning with intensity. His touch is firm, possessive, as he grips her hips, pulling her close. She can feel his need, hard and insistent against her belly. He leans in, his lips brushing her ear, "You're mine, again." She shudders, ready to surrender to their primal rhythm, their relentless, insatiable passion.

• at
• it
• back
• again

• Unknown