It’s always passionate between us. It’s always good. But it’s never been like this before. So consuming it’s close to scary. So wild it’s close to crazy. So powerful it’s close to dangerous, an uncontrolled force that threatens to crack us wide open and blow us apart.
Another orgasm hits me like a detonation. When I stiffen beneath him, gasping, Naz moans.
“Oh f**k yes give it to me, sweetheart, sweetheart, f**k—I’m coming, too—”
He cuts off with a strangled cry, jerking. Then I feel pulsing and a spreading warmth deep inside me as he empties himself, moaning my name.
A wave of emotion engulfs me. It’s part love and part terror, both so strong I can barely breathe. I cling to Naz as he kisses me, his body slackening, his arms trembling, a sweet sheen of sweat on his chest.
I pull his
