The sexual tension between them only increased even as they held on to each other almost like their life depended on it. Their limbs tangled in a desperate, fevered knot—legs hooked around waists, arms locked around necks, bodies grinding together with a friction that felt like it might set them aflame. Every press of their hips, every desperate push into each other was more urgent than the last, almost violent in its need.
It was euphoric for both of them, like falling into a fire they had no desire to escape. Their moans grew louder, breath hitching in ragged bursts as they moved against and into each other. They couldn't let go—not when each touch fed the hunger in them, not when the air between them was thick with heat and the intoxicating scent of each other's bodies. Their hands were frantic, roaming over sweat-slicked skin, fingers digging in hard enough to leave crescent-shaped marks.
