P.U.L.S.E.
The EMP's silent wave had killed all tech in the bunker, cloaking them in a primal darkness. Her breath, warm and teasing, grazed his neck. Fingers traced curves, slow and deliberate, igniting shivers. Their lips met, a soft collision, desire pulsing stronger than any lost signal.
#W1PP
add a skeleton here at some point
3 months ago