I'll never have enough of you, never.

What if someone comes?" I half-heartedly protest. "No one's coming here but you.

It feels like he's marking me. Like he's preparing me for something monumental. That could both change and ruin my life.

My body melts into his hard one until his strong arm, coiled around my small waist, is all that hols me upright. I don't know if I'm bad for him, or him for me. All I know is that this is as inevitable as an incoming tsunami, and I'm just bracing for the swim of my life.

His head is busy moving between my parted thighs. He makes low purr-like sounds between my legs and is so surprisingly ravenous I can feel his teeth. His nails bit into my thighs as he devours me like he's the one deriving pleasure from the act, and I'm so turned on by the way he laps me up, that I come.

God, I want to die in you.

I need her with me. She goes where I go.