25
EZRA
I didn’t think—just acted on my desires.
The sight of Aaron through the peephole had taught my heart how to thrum again, and I’d pulled open the door without hesitation, no thought for sin or eternity.
And he’d come at me, a man starved.
For me.
For affection.
For life.
Our needs aligned, and I almost wept with gratitude for his strength to seek me out when I hadn’t been able to do the same.
The initial lusts sated, I gloried in the lack of regret or shame, simply living in that moment. My nose pressed against his groin as I breathed in his musky scent, the luscious taste of his salty spend lingering on my tongue.
It seemed I had a c*m addiction.
But I also longed to feel his skin, every inch of his body hugging mine.
I led Aaron to my bedroom where the blinds still shu
