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He slowed pushed her backwards so she was resting on the bed. He took his time, showing her with just his fingers tips how dedicated he was to her. He caressed every inch of her, memorizing every detail.

Her surprisingly dainty fingers, her tiny wrist, up her arm to her shoulders, her collarbone, and every single piece of her that he could touch. He then repeated the process with his lips, memorizing the feeling of his lips on every inch of her.

The last place he kissed was the center most part of her, and he could practically feel the heat pouring from her, warming his lips. As he slide his way back up her body, his hands intertwining with hers as he pinned her beneath him, he couldn’t help but stop and take in the moment.

to be or not to be broken by a true dreamer