The Moon Chose Me Twice
"Tell me who you belong to."
"You," she sobs, her body convulsing as the first ripples of another climax hit her. "Kaleb. I belong to you."
The admission undoes me.
The tension in my lower belly coils tight, a heavy, molten weight that demands release. I can't hold back. I don't want to.
I speed up, my movements becoming jerky, animalistic. I’m losing myself in her. There’s no strategy, no thought. Only the driving need to pour myself into her, to fill her, to bind her to me so tightly that death itself couldn't separate us.