As light as a feather's touch, Malik explored my body. Our lips met once again for a passionate kiss, and he slowly moved down to my neck. He kissed every single bruise that I had, every wound and scar that painted my body as if saying that I'm still a work of art. Battered, and yet still beautiful.
My hands touched Malik's body as well, savoring the feel of his hard muscles that bulge to support his weight on top of me. He was a marble statue brought to life, perfection personified. And I had him all to myself.
I gasped suddenly when I felt his mouth against my breasts, and his teeth scraped the pink tips. He simultaneously sucks and pull them through my shirt, and there was nothing I could do except moan in pleasure.
Meanwhile, as I recite poetry in my mind, Malik's thoughts were some
