“Oh God…” I whimper as his hips start bucking. Our tongues tangle wildly and without direction, as if we picked up a guitar and just started playing, unskilled and unprepared yet knowing it will still make music. With fingers knotted in my hair, his forehead crashes to mine; he has a look in his eyes that’s pure possession. Primal heat. “No one else,” he rasps, mimicking my words. “Only you.”
