CHAPTER 47: THE SEED OF THE ABYSS
ELODIE’S POV
The world is no longer composed of walls, ceiling, or floor. It has dissolved into a singular, agonizingly beautiful point of contact. I feel him overwhelming me, claiming me with a primal ferocity that defies every law of nature I once understood. Every inch of my internal anatomy feels like it is being flooded with liquid fire as he continues to slam deep inside me, his rhythm an unrelenting cadence of possession. I am not myself right now; the girl who woke up this morning, worried about skincare and birthday cake, has been incinerated in the heat of this encounter. My entire body feels taut, a bowstring stretched to the point of snapping, vibrating with a frequency that isn't human. I feel utterly overwhelmed, cast adrift in a void where
