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It was the beginning of February when finally we decided that we will meet. It had been years since we talked but I had never seen him face to face. Maybe I did not have that much courage. 

So finally we were going to meet on Saturday Evening.

An evening I've been waiting for so long. 

I’d imagined this moment a thousand times—his shadow merging with mine, his face cutting through the noise of the world like a blade. But reality feels sharper than every dream.

I was waiting for him on the road when I saw him coming towards me He was seen in the same clothes as I wanted, perfect formal look, silver chain in the neck, black boots… I saw all the details in just one glance.

He appeared to have a darker personality than I had imagined. Should I be afraid of him or is this what I wanted?

When he stepped closer, the echo of his boots against the road felt louder than the crowd Voice. Each step was a countdown, a warning, a promise. As he came closer to me my heart started racing like a horse.

There he is.

So close I can almost taste the wait of the years between us. & He smell like a smoke.

My chest are tightned, every breath laced with hunger and rage, craving and relief. And yet—seeing him now, the wait feels worth it.

He looks at me like he always did, as if I am the only truth he’s ever known.. I want to touch him, to destroy the space between us, but my body trembles under the weight of too much wanting.

When he steps forward, My blood surges, my hands clench. It's feel like a fire is heading towards me.

I don’t speak at first. Words are too fragile for this craving. Only when his lips touch my ears, then I believe he is really that close to me

“His smile didn’t reach his eyes. I should have stepped back, but instead I leaned closer, craving the danger.

“You waited for me,” he said.

“Always,” I said—though I wasn’t sure if it was love or madness.

My breath was broken, His eyes dragged over me, and I felt stripped bare, every secret, every hunger exposed under his stare.

The drive from that place to my house was about half an hour and during that time He was looking at me like he was a devil and had come to take my soul.

We reached home, He was so close to me just after I closed the gate.

The air between us was heavy, like smoke filling my lungs. His eyes found mine and didn’t let go. Something in the way he looked at me—hungry, unflinching, almost  filled with the darkness—made my pulse spike. I couldn’t tell if I wanted to run or fall deeper.

When he finally touched me, his hand brushed my jaw, slow, deliberate. The heat of his skin felt like fire, but the grip was firm enough to remind me—I wasn’t entirely free.

“You still wants me, like you always said in your chats” he asked, his voice low,  like smoke filled in glass

A shiver crawled down my spine. I hated how true it was, how even after the years of silence, my body betrayed me, craving for him.

“I waited,” I whispered, my throat dry. “

But you… you looking changed in real.”

His smile was sharp, dangerous. “Time changes everyone. You’ll learn to love the new me.”

The words wrapped around me like a threat dressed as a promise. My heart thundered, but my feet didn’t move. Instead, I leaned closer, my voice dark, almost daring:

“Or maybe You set my soul on fire.”

He laughed, louder and dangerous, i stepped a back from him but he pulled me closer as much he can so suddenly. The collision wasn’t tender; it was violent with cravings.

and he pulled me into a kiss that was intense and urgent. like you are it imagining from couple of days. 

His lips were hard, desperate, pulling at mine like he wanted to devour every second we had lost. I clutched at him—shirt, shoulders, anything to prove he was real and here.

while his hand threaded into my hair, yanking me closer until I had no choice but to surrender. Our lips moving harder, faster, claiming every breath we tried to take.

The kiss wasn’t soft. It was hunger—raw, devouring. Our mouths moved in rhythm, claiming, taking back what time had stolen. His teeth grazed my lower lip, sharp and reckless, 

i try to trun my head to side but he gripped tightened and keep me still. I wanted to breathe, but I wanted him more. And in that kiss, after years of wait, I knew this was just starting.

And in that kiss, I tasted it all—love, obsession, lust. The kind of kiss that could ruin me...

Finally I was in that moment for which I had been waiting for so long. I still could not believe it, but maybe now I am convinced that you are really here.

When we finally broke apart, breathless, our mouths still trembling from the violence of it, the silence wasn’t tender—it was charged, dangerous, like the air before a storm.

“you shouldn't have met me like that. Do you know what this means?” he said in rough voice.

I gripped his shirt tighter, refusing to let go, my lips still burning from him.

Me: “I’ve already lost years, I won’t lose this moment too.

His eyes flicked over my shoulder, scanning my shadow. His hand pressed against the back of my neck, protective and possessive all at once.

He kissed me again, harder this time, like claiming, 

our lips tasting of love & lust.

His hand slid lower, tracing the line of my throat with a possessive slowness that made my skin burn. Every inch he touched felt claimed & marked.

my nails curling into his shirt, dragging him closer.His grip tightened at my waist, pulling me flush against him. I felt the hunger in the way his breath , the way his body pressed into mine like there was no longer an option. His touch wasn’t gentle—it was desperate, dominant a storm that had finally broken free.

The wall at my back was stiff, but it was his body that trapped me. His hand pinned my wrist above my head, fingers digging just enough to remind me of his strength. The weight of his stare was heavier than his grip—dark, consuming, like he wanted to unravel me piece by piece.

His touch grew rougher, possessive, his other hand sliding over me with a hunger that felt like both worship and punishment.

His fingers were moving on my skin. i was trembling with every touch of him. He reached beanth my shirt and slide his hand up to my abdomen. Heat is blooming across my pussy & it's feel fucking good..

I can feel my pussy clinch before every touch. And right after I squeeze my hand tight around your shoulder. I want you now. I want to feel your finger on my clit. I want every part of you tonight...

no matter what the outcome is.....

Do you know what comes next?...... he asked

I Do... 

Ohhh No You Don't....