Forest Passion
The rain has stopped, and the forest smells damp. He’s grinning, a little crazy. You lean in, craving his touch. You take what you want. He responds with a deep, guttural groan. The world fades away as you lose yourselves in the moment.
The rain is falling, but you don’t notice. He grips you tightly, his hands exploring every inch of your skin. You slide further into his embrace, the forest pressing in around you. His breath warms your neck as he deepens the kiss. You surrender to the moment, lost in the raw intensity of his touch. The world fades away, leaving only this exquisite, forbidden pleasure.
