Seris:
She ruined me beautifully—a hot, heady, torturous ruin.
I held her as she slept, her breath soft against my chest, the scent of our lust still thick in the air. It clung to my skin like incense at an altar, sacred yet unholy.
She didn't know what she'd done to me. Not really. Not how she split me open with her softness, nor how her touch was a knife to everything vicious and ancient inside me. Not how her lips, her moans, the warm, wet cradle of her body had hollowed me out and filled me again in the same heartbeat with every filthy, delicious thing she had let me do to her. The things she let me say to her while driving myself inside of her.
I'd f.u.c.k.e.d her like a savage, I had worshipped her like a man in chains, I had come like a beast with her name on my tongue and the t
