““She softly presses her lips against mine and moves them gently to encourage my participation, which I happily oblige. She lightly traces her tongue along the seam of my lips, eliciting a rumbling moan from my throat and encouraging gooseflesh to spread across my torso and down my body. She’s mine… She’s all I ever wanted, and now she’s mine. I open my mouth to her and allow her access so we can begin to mend and heal. A whimper escapes her throat and crashes through my constraints, encouraging me to escalate the kiss by moving in to consume her and demand even more from her. ~Silas, Resilient~””
