Tenderness is a Dangerous Thing
He lets out a long, guttural roar, his body arching violently as he spills into her.
Zack’s fingers claw at the mattress, his knuckles white, as he holds himself rigid, riding out the waves of sensation that threaten to tear him apart. The room is silent for a moment, save for their synchronized, ragged breathing and the distant hum of the motel’s air conditioner. Slowly, his muscles begin to uncoil and he collapses forward, his chest heaving against Anna’s back. His skin is slick with sweat, and he can feel the steady thud of her heart against his own.
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