My breathing turned erratic as he moved against me, and a sharp sting tore through me. I clutched his back instinctively, my nails biting into his skin, trying to find some anchor amid the overwhelming rush of sensations. The ache was unbearable at first, but I didn’t want him to stop, not when my heart was racing this wildly, not when my soul screamed for his closeness.

I loved the way I fit against him, the way his warmth sank into me until I could barely tell where I ended and he began. ...