Sylus love and deepspace rule 34

The neon glow of the city painted shadows across his chiseled form. Sylus (Love and Deep Space) stood by the window. A whispered memory of their last encounter sent a shiver down his spine her breath on his neck. He remembered the raw desire in her eyes a promise of ecstasy. Her lips parted slightly inviting his kiss. He recalled the intricate dance of their bodies an unspoken language of lust. The scent of her skin still lingered in his mind a memory that drove him wild. He longed to feel her against him again the warmth of her embrace. Her hair cascaded around them adding to the intoxicating atmosphere. Every touch every gasp was etched into his memory a moment of pure abandon. He envisioned her arched back a beautiful surrender. The echoes of their laughter mingled with the sounds of passion a testament to their connection. He remembered the way she looked at him a gaze that promised everything. The thrill of their hidden desires came to mind a secret shared only between them. He craved the weight of her body against his her form a perfect fit. Every touch a spark every kiss a flame a dance of souls. He pictured her sensual movements every curve a promise. The memory of her pleasure echoed in his ears a reminder of their shared bliss. He yearned for the taste of her a craving that consumed him. The intensity of their connection was undeniable a bond forged in passion. He knew he would seek her out again the magnetic pull irresistible.