He settled over me, not touching, not quite. The electricity between us snapped and pulled. A wild feeling pulsed through me. I lifted my hands, sinking them into his hair, pulling him closer. I swept my lips over his, and his body trembled. His fiery eyes drifted shut as my thumb moved on his bottom lip. My hands were on the move, slipping over the thick cords in his neck and back, around his chest and down. Lower, over the hard planes of his stomach. He sucked in a sharp breath.
by Jennifer L. Armentrout
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The scene captures a moment of intense attraction and longing between two characters. The palpable tension in the air between them is described as electric, creating a wild, almost overwhelming feeling for the narrator. As they draw closer, the physical connection becomes more intimate, with the narrator's hands exploring the other person's hair, neck, and body, showing a deep desire and urgency.

This charged encounter showcases the powerful emotions at play, highlighted by the visceral reactions of both characters. The trembling of his body and the sharp breath he takes signal a shared vulnerability and depth of feeling. This moment encapsulates a climactic point in their relationship, emphasizing both the physical and emotional connection that binds them together.

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