Spicy Hot
Déessei can't sleep until i feel your touchi can feel you tremble when we touchcraving your touchwhen we touch i get this feeling
Célia
Consciousness returns in waves. First, the sensation of heavy warmth along my back. An arm, solid as an iron beam, barring my waist, pinning me against a broad, motionless chest. The warmth. His. It permeates the air, the leather of the couch, my own skin. I am immersed in his warmth.