lust
R. 06/30/2003.

Thierry wants all of her, can't keep his hands off her, and when he kisses Hannah's open mouth he can taste his own blood, come, skin intermingling with her own. When he lifts her and presses her to the wall, she molds to him perfectly, like if he moved in some secret way they'd merge into one being.

So he tries, and oh, that's nice, and goddess, he's hard, but they're still separate. That's fine, better, even, because Hannah is warm and eager and blessedly alive. He wants to devour her, monster that he is--but when he's pulled into her mind he finds she feels the same.

She thrusts down on him, yeah, just right, and their eyes meet.

They can truly merge, after all, in mind if not in body, and when they lock together their hungers are one: two sources, two modes, but ultimately the same motive.

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