TWELVE
GRIM
Annabel still shuddered periodically in my arms.
I’d stopped rubbing her c**t some time ago, but small tremors of aftershock had her p***y tightening on me in uneven intervals. I buried my face in her sweat-soaked neck and clenched my eyes shut, reeling against the pleasure.
It was too much.
I’d never known anything could feel… this much. Everything was raw—my nerves, my soul… my heart, where something new and alien, yet achingly familiar hooked deep into the muscle. It bathed me in warmth and light too intense for my endorphin-addled brain to process, but I could do nothing to protect myself and there was no escaping it. I lay in dazed stupor as everything that was Annabel flooded me, filling up every dark recess, softening my icy flesh and forcing my organs to expand to
