The kisst

This was no longer ****, it was no longer sex, he was having feelings for this mannequin. He reached up and held the back of her head before kissing her, not in a **** kiss but in a loving kiss a husband would give his wife. He was so entranced in his feelings for her it did not even register she was kissing him back until she grabbed the back of his head. He was startled and instantly opened his eyes to see her eyes closed. She didn't look like the seductive demon he first started his war with, she looked normal, even loving, like a woman that was melting into the love of another she has desired for years, maybe even centuries. They went into a rhythmic grind, not as enemies trying to take power, but as lovers. They continued like this for a few more minutes until she jumped with a start. "What are you doing boy? What is your plan? Do you desire me? Do you want me? Do you want to fuck me? Or...." She turned away as if shying away from his face. "Or....?"