Quinn.
This was simple, straightforward, something that is done countless times, just in a long time. There shouldn’t have been anything in the moment powerful enough to make me lose my mind.
I lost everything I had in my mind before stepping into this room. I lost myself wholly in the pounding rhythm. In the indescribably evocative sensation of his body intimately caressing mine, accepting mine with such unalloyed passion.
The tempo escalated, then together, we raced—hearts thundering, lungs labouring.
His breathing harsh and ragged, blind with what seems to be desperation, arms braced, head hanging as his body plundered mine. I saw it, tasted nothing beyond the soaring passion that rose between us.
Lust swamped us, caught us, tossed, wrecked, and shattered us.
I screamed as he f**
