Jude pushed into her, his panting breaths mingling with Indira’s raspy groans, sliding forward, chest rubbing against hers, their temples pressing together as he seated himself fully in her. They both took a moment to feel their bodies together. It was raw and real and the most alive he’d felt in a long time. Like her body was made to hold him. “You feel,” he grunted out, heart threatening to punch through his chest, “so fucking perfect.”
