THE CURSE OF LUST
Every nerve ignited; it was terrifying and exquisite, like touching infinity.
And it seemed to fuel him, driving his pleasure higher, fiercer, faster.
"Fuck—I'm coming..." he growled, voice derailing completely, blood dripping from his mouth onto my chest, impossible to contain, every movement raw and uncontrollable.
I felt him spill inside me, his body shuddering, fracturing into a keening groan, a curse escaping his lips.
We clung to each other, bodies trembling, hearts racing, until the fire slowly ebbed. The halo of silver and blue around us faded, less bright but still lingering, an invisible chain binding us, eternal and unbreakable.