The precipice of mortality carries an eerie, quiet intimacy that no one ever warns you about. When the end of your world finally arrives, it doesn't always sound like a trumpet or a sudden silence. Sometimes, it feels like the steady, frantic hum of another person’s pulse beneath your fingertips, a solitary rhythm keeping time against the backdrop of total devastation.
I remained straddling Justin’s lap, my weight anchoring him to the floorboards as the foundations of the building groaned in protest. Deep within my body, his throbbing length was buried completely, filling me to the point of a sharp, breathless ache. Between us, the chemical heat of the neutral sensitizer had fully taken hold. Every microscopic movement, every shift of weight or drag of skin against skin, no longer felt li
