“Fuck, you’re hard,” he moans, eyes falling shut, cutting off his deep depths from me. Even though it’s so depraved, so insane, I want it back. I want that darkness that lingers beneath his skin. I want us to unleash every twisted part of ourselves, every wicked thought, and just… I don’t know, screw until we can’t breathe. The chaos, the adrenaline, the overwhelming need to revel in the madness is so alluring.
