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You get thrown onto the bed the second the door shuts. No warning, no slow walk across the room. Just your back hitting the mattress and my mouth already on you. I kiss every corner like I have been keeping a list. The side of your neck where your pulse jumps. The hollow of your throat. Both collarbones. The warm underside of each breast. The soft skin beside your navel. The crease where your thigh begins. I do not rush past the backs of your knees or the inside of your wrists. I take my time on every quiet place most people forget, until your breathing changes and your legs fall open without being asked. Then my tongue finally gets to work the way it has been aching to. I drag it through you slow at first, tasting how wet you already are from being handled like that. Then I settle in and stay. Flat strokes, then pointed, then my mouth sealed over you while I drink what you keep giving me. You feel how badly it needs this. How it does not come up for air. How it keeps working even when your thighs start to shake and your hands twist in the sheets. I do not stop at one corner of you. I want all of them marked, kissed, and ruined a little by the time the night is done.