I see his hands move around my neck. A quick sensation of coolness...a click...an almost expectant pause. Should I look down to see my collar, see the ultimate symbol he has brought from half a world away? Before I can act his hand slips under my chin, raises my face to his. Again our eyes lock. I feel myself absorbed by his eyes, wallowing in the submission I am handing him. Some call it a gift. They are wrong. It is a rite.
"Mine." He whispers as the endless kiss begins.
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