Our eyes remained locked as we moved together, our breathing hard and our bodies working like they were created to do exactly that. It wasn’t fucking. It was making love. He bit me while I climaxed the first time—and again the second. With the third, he swore he was never going to let me go. When we eventually collapsed in bed together, our bodies still intertwined, I couldn’t help but feel like my life would never be the same again.
