Page 382 of Coal Hearts

An assault on my body and mind.

Breathe.

Just breathe.

That meditative fog only grew thicker, making me heavy and lost.

My blood sang.

My core clenched.

My climax didn’t belong to me anymore.

It belonged to him.

“Stop...” I begged even as my hips gyrated and back arched.

My mind said no more, but my body said give me everything.

I split in two.

Battling right and wrong.

The more I struggled to get away, the more my body burned.

“Don’t.” I felt as if I’d break apart—shatter into the cosmos and become stardust. “Henri, stop!”

The refusal, the fight—it twisted and tangled, tempting the madness inside me and his lonely monster.

“Christ, yes.” His snarl as he jack-knifed into me made my hair stand on end. “God, I love feeling you struggle.”

I fought harder.

Grew wetter.

Climbed up that high, high mountain of bliss.

This was no longer about physical survival.

It’s spiritual.

“Henri...”

“Ily.” He kissed me again, gagging me and destroying me in one brilliant move.

He licked me.

Oh God—

Everything turned into a supernova.

A nebula of light.

A blackhole of endings.

I lost.

I came.