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He was drunk on water, fueled by fire.
Her skin, the most delicate and soft he had ever felt melted against his lips as he sated his flaming desires. She was breathing raggedly in his hands, arching her head back so her hair fell in a waterfall of white. Hypnotized and bewitched, he moved his lips to one of her pink buds and twirled the hard nub in his mouth. The gasp he earned only added fuel to his inner fire.
"Please!" She begged him, but for what, he couldn't tell or maybe just didn't care. He sucked on her nipple until it stabbed his tongue and tightened to a taut. But he was far from done.
Her other breast awaited and he paid it the same attention while the pale woman in his arms grew flush and short of breath. While he was heating up, she was melting and turning to liquid in his arms. He felt her wetness rub against his abdomen as he lavished her chest, felt her legs clench around him in earnest. She might've worshipped water, but she craved his fire.
And he might've come here looking for water, but now all he wanted was to feel her heat.
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Forging Elements
Short StoryShe was like salt water. The more he drank, the thirstier he got. He was fire and she was all that could cool him down. - The elements were colliding and there was no stopping them now.
