I need him in a way I’ve never needed anything or anybody in my life. Need him like my lungs need oxygen. Like my veins need blood. I need him in every way. Inside me. Filling me. Stretching me. I need his sweat to cling to my body. His deep, raspy moans to fill my ears. I need Finn Moore viscerally. Carnally. Religiously. I need him to turn me inside out. To ruin me.
