43Yulia
In some bizarre way, it feels like Lucas and I are newlyweds, and this unusual period—this lengthy truce between us—is our honeymoon.
Part of it is definitely the s*x. Far from fading with time, the attraction between us only burns hotter, the magnetic pull intensifying with each passing day. Our bodies are attuned to each other in ways I could’ve never imagined. A look, a breath, a touch, and the flames ignite. Neither one of us can get enough. As many times as Lucas reaches for me, I respond, my body craving his no matter how sore I get. His touch reduces me to someone I don’t recognize, a primitive being of wants and needs. It’s like I’ve been programmed to exist solely for his pleasure, to desire him in all ways. He pushes me past my limits, and I want more. Rough or gentle,
