CHAPTER 39. CHASING THE ORGASM
I was in a zone, a fugue state where my identity as a daughter, a student, and a rational human being had been completely obliterated. I was not myself. That girl—the one who worried about homework and curfews—had vanished, replaced by a creature of pure sensation, a vessel for the entity that seemed to be steering the ship of my body.
It was wicked. It was so deliciously wicked that it ensured I was trapped in a brittle space, a fragile reality that felt like it could shatter into a million shards of ecstasy at any moment.
The experience was brutal in its intensity.
He held me with a possessiveness that bordered on painful. His large hand clamped against my waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hip, anchoring me in place. His other hand was bu
