After This Night
I pleaded to him once more as that tear finally streamed down from my eyes.
He thrusts once, gingerly. He thrusts again, and he's gone, lost in the swirling abyss. For seconds, he exists in that soaring, excruciating perfection. It's just this, only this—lost in himself, an entity devoid of identity, obliterated. There's no trace of Arik, only a frenzied essence, and I believe I'll remember this more than his true self... his personality.
I heard him gasp in awe. I was descending into an ecstatic, scorching vulnerability, unraveling, lost, and undone. It felt like a growing, simmering fire within me.
Bab Populer