Breaking apart and breaking the soul like chocolate.

That passion, without which all other feelings seemed faceless, insipid, unnecessary.

Jess kissed Brent with rapture, not wanting to let go, enjoying every touch, exploring his body and wanting to explore his soul so well that it became one for both of them. She hugged him behind his back, stroked his embossed arms, grabbed his shoulders, feeling dizzy from an overabundance of feelings, and afraid to fall, ran her hand over his tense stomach, and allowed him to do with him whatever he wants - and he wanted to. just as much as she is. And he gave, perhaps, much more than...