Life in my hands — that was the only truth that still held meaning as the clinic crumbled around them.
I stayed straddling Justin’s lap, his throbbing c**k buried deep inside me, the neutral sensitizer turning every tiny shift of my hips into liquid fire wrapped in velvet. The afternoon sun had deepened to a bloody amber, casting long shadows across the treatment room like the final curtain falling. Explosions rattled the foundations. Gunfire cracked through the corridors. Kane’s forces had breached the medical wing. The Black Veil Clinic — my empire, my sanctuary — was moments from falling.
Yet here, in this room, time had slowed to the rhythm of our bodies and the fractured bond that still refused to die completely.
I rocked against him slowly, deliberately, grinding down in deep poss
