Nina

With one final, deep thrust, he pulls me closer, and everything crashes in a wave of heat. I gasp, my body trembling as I hold on, surrendering to the intensity of it. His name spills from my lips, raw and desperate, and he echoes it, his voice shaky, breathless.

Minutes later, we’re tangled in the aftermath, still pressed together, skin slick with sweat. My heart is pounding, my body still humming with the aftershocks of what just happened, but all I can focus on is the sound of his ...