I don’t want him to hold it together. I want him to fracture. To break apart into a million little pieces because of me. I want him writhing and panting and needy. I want him out of breath and begging for more, but not knowing if he could handle more. I want to taste his desperation and breathe in his destruction. His downfall. The moment when he can’t hold on any longer, when the dam breaks and he shatters so beautifully for me.
