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I couldn't make too much sense of anything, except that I was relieved to be in his arms again. There was a pestering need within me to touch every part of him, to kiss every part of his body, but despite the haziness of my mind and the urge to do it, I hesitated. His lips moved against mine in perfect sync, and I was kissing him back. His hold on my waist was light as a feather, as if he were afraid to break me. It was nothing like the crushing pain that I had grown to attach with such feelings of pleasure. Instead it was warm, and comforting. His scent was slowly stripping away each and every sense I'd left within my body, and very soon, I was unable to think. My knees gave away under me, forcing his hold to grow just a little stronger, where it now felt protective and safe.
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