Spicy Hot
He is above me, his face grave, his light eyes, his hands on my hips, his fingers in my cuts, in my blood.
"You are mine," he says. "Forever."
"Yes," I murmur. "Forever."
"Now, come. With me. Now."
Pleasure explodes.
It comes from so far, so deep, that it sweeps everything away. Pain, fear, doubt, the void, all are swept away, drowned, erased. I scream, I moan, I cry, I no longer know. My body tenses, arches, writhes. Waves of pleasure follow one another, endless, without respite, carrying me further and further.