Spicy Hot
With devotion and voracity.
Her body arches, bows against the cold glass. Her cries are no longer stifled. They resonate in the empty penthouse, hoarse sobs, incoherent pleas. She speaks. She says my name, curses, prayers. Her legs tremble, close around my head, imprisoning me. I am lost in the darkness, in the taste, in the scent of her. The vibration within me reaches a crescendo, transforms into a dull roar that seems to come from the earth itself.