I ignited her with a fire of my soul that night. We were out of control, but still, in control. We showered under the water that cleaned us and prepared us for the most dangerous and hottest night we have had. We kissed each other like it’s the last time ever. We touched each other like we’re uncut diamonds trying to get our shining glow skin and see all the beauty we have.
Dark room. Drunk us. Wine & cigarettes. Craving for each other.
Time stopped. Music started. We kissed. Magic began.
I ignited her with my body burning like that fireplace. She ignited my eyes with her naked glorious body. We were lying on the ground… I was watching her body, water from the shower still on her body. She was moist and wet, yes, she was… drops of water all over her body. She touched her breasts and I watched carefully all she was doing. Red light from the fireplace made her look so hot, so overwhelming. We were in our hell, desire burned us. Burning, like I’m the Devil, and she screamed like she was my victim. My hand was down there all the time, she wanted me to touch her there. I saw that, she has never been more alive than that night. She told me not to stop, but I wasn’t planning that, either. She is my Fire, and I’m her Ignist. I watched her losing herself, and I’ve lost myself. I watched her while she was suspiring and cumming. She begged me for more. Pleasure was mine, and so was she. I imprinted her whole body with my touches. I kept myself down there, I wrote my name with my tongue, so she could never forget. We burned a couple times and we were born again. We were phoenixes that night.
We were everything.