His name is on my lips like a mantra as he moves in relentless thrusts, driving me to new heights of pleasure with each stroke.
Carter, Carter, Carter.
Our eyes are locked but, for once, we don’t have a wordless conversation. Because there’s no need for words.
This, here… the two of us, together…
It defies all definition.
Eludes all explanation.
This man will ruin me, if I let him,I think, scoring my nails down his back.And I will destroy him in return.
I combust into another orgasm at the same moment he does, pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced spiking inside me. And I know it’s because, deep down, the emotions I feel for this man — this infuriating, stubborn, intoxicating man — are also unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
There’s a word I could use to describe the things I’m feeling. A word Iwoulduse, if I was a bit more brave and a little less smart.
A tiny, four-letter word…
…with enormous, far-reaching implications.
I don’t say it.
I don’t even think it.
Not now.
Maybe not ever.
But as I lie there in his arms, listening to our heartbeats pound in perfect sync, I feel it fill every frozen crevice of my damaged, delusional heart.
Bring on the destruction.