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He reaches his hands up, and tangles it in my long hair.

My neck arches as I try to gasp and bring more air into my lungs, but all he did was bring me in closer.

The smell of pinewood and ember tickle my nose as all of my senses are being teased and played with.

It was an all consuming kiss, and I didn’t want it to stop.

I step closer to him, hoping to get him pushed against the nearest wall.

But, as I started to move forward a little, it was like he knew what I was doing.

Because, in one simple movement, he twisted our bodies so my back crashed against the wall instead.

Our lips never separating.

I desperately wanted to know who was behind the mask, but part of me was excited by this game we were playing.

I wanted to see how long we could play this game.

I gasped into his mouth as my back hits against the wall, but not in pain, but in desperation and want.

A gloved hand snakes up from my waist to grasp lightly at my exposed neck.

He removed his lips from mine, his harsh breath caressing my wet lips.

I couldn’t see anything in the dark, just felt his mere presence.

Moving closer, I try to reach for his lips again.

They don’t connect.

His hand was still gently around my throat. Not squeezing. Just resting.

“What?” I breathed out.

No answer, of course.

Then, I felt the tiniest amount of pressure on my neck.

Was he asking if this was okay?

My chest rises and falls as I let some air inside my lungs.

I nod my head.

He squeezes another time.

I wrinkle my eyebrows, even though he can’t see me.

A finger trails up and before I realize it, his finger caresses my bottom lip.

He wants words.

“Yes.” I whispered.

A low moan comes from him.

My legs squeeze together.