You missed me. You missed me. I’ve always carried your heart within mine. I remember, I swear that I’ll never forget, we haven’t been two since we became one.
Words were a useless vessel, but my body was not. Despite the pain, it traitorously gave in to the blurred line and met his demands, attempting to exceed them. I matched the pace he set, meeting him thrust for thrust. Receiving just as much as he took. Wrapping my legs around his waist, bringing him even closer, my body became desperate to keep the sensation for as long as possible.
Sweat coated our skin, though the air was chilled. A bead of sweat glistened in the soft light, rolling down the smooth expanse of his chest, falling like cleansing rain, mingling with my own.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
I sucked in a breath, releasing a cry mingled with a trembling moan. His efforts had slowed, but not his intensity.
Grabbing handfuls of the sheets, I pulled against them, needing something to keep me from shattering into irrevocable pieces.
"Connaître,connaître…mon amour…Oui…S’envoyer en l’air.Ah!Merde,merde!” I cried out when he pulled out and thrust even harder. He bit into his bottom lip, the look in his eyes a dangerous aphrodisiac.
Releasing the sheets, I took hold of him, the northern star to my voyager. “Brando! You’re—ah!”
We both fought against the barriers that kept us from each other, battling to go deeper than the flesh. We were both prepared to sacrifice the physical until we got there.
I clawed at him, wild to remove the lingering layers that lay between us, and he responded in kind to my lips, my breasts, and the ever-relentless cadence between us. His skin tasted of salt and something else, something so purely male that it made me sink my teeth into him.
He raised his head, exposing his throat, and made a noise that didn’t sound human. His hair had been slicked back, but now it came loose, as wild as he was, falling around his face.
“Brando! I’m going to—!”
“Vieni da me amore,” he said, his teeth sunk into his bottom lip again.Come to me, love.
I did. I shattered around him in an explosion, blasts of bright light behind closed lids almost blinding me.
He didn’t stop or show grace. He wanted me bare, at his mercy, all of those secret places exposed, his and his alone.
He spread my legs even further, going even deeper. No, I wasn't sure if he was going deeper, or if it was just the position making his movements feel more intense. The noise that came from my throat could've been pleasure or pain. I wanted to shove him off but also keep him buried inside of me forever. A madness I never knew existed was drawn out with each touch, each thrust—he made me insane.
There was no escape from him, from how deep he could reach me. I could barely stand it, but did, my body willing to give his whatever it commanded. “With me,” he ordered. It didn’t take long for me to shatter again, so sensitive from the first time.
Our bodies let go together, that moment in time when the shell is uninhibited, raw and weary, and souls are free to connect in concentrated form for an immeasurable eternity.
He slapped a hand to my waist, fastening his hold, a guttural noise, somewhere between a groan and a growl, erupting from his mouth. My eyes rolled back and I cried out, my nails digging into his slick back, hard enough to draw blood as his warmth filled me.
The entire world shifted, tilted, and fireworks exploded behind the darkness of closed eyes again. Beating a slow tattoo in the hollows, my heart thudded, drugged.
“Tell me,” he said, pressing his forehead over the beating of my heart, his mouth speaking directly to the organ, the air escaping his lungs brushing against tender skin, our bodies still one. “Tell me how I didn't miss you. How I didn’t want you more than life itself. How every second of every day was torture on the raw space where my heart used to be. Tell me now—” his voice was low, rough, holding back some rogue emotion that threatened to consume him “—how I don’t love you enough to send my soul to hell. And did.”
I couldn't tell if it was sweat, tears, or blood that ran down his cheeks.
* * *
Whydidn’t come to me until later. It slipped in in the midst of darkness, taking me by surprise.
Our bodies were still tangled, still wet with perspiration. The smell of sex percolated through the room, his scent meandering, mine laced through, together a heady philter.
He pulled me closer, neither one of us willing to break the bond. My fingertips caressed his chest, the spot over his heart, and I absentmindedly tracedSover the calm beat.
I went to speak but stopped. The night was so quiet, so serene. I didn’t want to disturb whatever it was that we had created between us.
“I doubt there’s much you can break.” His voice came out muffled against my hair. “Say what’s on your mind, baby.”
“Why?”
He fiddled with the strands for some time, sending subtle shivers over me.
