Nina
With one final, deep thrust, he pulls me closer, and everything crashes in a wave of heat. I gasp, my body trembling as I hold on, surrendering to the intensity of it. His name spills from my lips, raw and desperate, and he echoes it, his voice shaky, breathless.
Minutes later, we’re tangled in the aftermath, still pressed together, skin slick with sweat. My heart is pounding, my body still humming with the aftershocks of what just happened, but all I can focus on is the sound of his breathing—ragged, deep—beneath me. His arms are wrapped around me, holding me tight as if he’s afraid to let go.
It’s overwhelming, but in the best way.
I know we can’t stay here forever. I know that the world is waiting for us outside this room, waiting to pull us back into the mess of it all. But fo
