Her hands still, and she shifts back onto her heels. “Is that why you left?”
I nod, forehead furrowing. Failure too fresh to name. “Because I chose you. Your grandparents. The community. But still… it wouldn’t stop.”
She nods.
“For me, it muted. Like a chronic ache. Maybe something I could live with… if I had to.” Her eyes drop to my chest, fingers tangling with tattooed light. “But why?”
The question I can’t answer anymore.
“Can’t answer that.”
“Can’t stop.”
I memorize every smooth plane and curve—perfection. My head dips, mouth kissing along her jawline and neck, her shoulder, down to her full breasts buried beneath pink lace.
Her desire scents the air, sweet as a promise.
The clasp gives, the fabric falls, and I admire her for one painful moment.
Every need hangs between us, begging for release.
She trembles at my touch, exhale shuddering as I take her nipple into my mouth, circling with my tongue. She gasps, eyes searching mine when I raise my head. “Too much?”
“Not enough. Need more.” I suck and tease her, nip and lap, kneading her with my hands before switching sides.
Her moan melts into my skin, pleasure doubling back as I feel her feeling me. A slight hum of ecstasy I didn’t expect.
She gasps, pupils blown when she looks at me. “You felt that, too?”
I nod, chest too tight to breathe. But still, I can’t get enough of her.
“Almost too much. Too good to stop.”
“Yes,” she pants.
I’m a goner.
Lost.
Ready to die for this—for her.
Light bends around us. Frequencies melt and refract.
My flesh pours into hers and hers into mine as I lift her from the ground. Her legs circle my waist.
For a heartbeat, I’m afraid I’ll lose myself. Then I realize I’m finding pieces I never knew were missing.
Her hands are in my hair. Her mouth against mine.
I pull back slightly, fighting to say, “If we do this?—”
“It’s too late,” she whispers, urgent lips feathering my face.
I need her to know that once she’s mine, we can never go back. She already does.
Every touch erases another line between our bodies and our minds. Fierce longing rushes through me—hers echoing my own.
Her fears, her questions, her hesitations, dissolve in the weight of our flesh.
