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She responded to it, throwing her whole body into that

touch. Her hips writhed and her head went back against the

wall again, and all she could do was breathe and moan and get

carried away by what was happening. It was invigorating. She

felt like she was being torn apart and reassembled and she

wouldn’t recognize herself anymore.

When she came, it tore through her, detonating deep in her

core. She let go. Let go of the pain of the past few days. Let go

of the guilt over what she’d done, the hatred and the rage over

Giana’s denial in her office, let go of the worry and the stress

and the fear of what was coming. She let go of the past years,

her dad fighting so hard, their lives falling apart.

She let go of the pain of losing her mom, of worrying that

she’d never be the same. It was all still there, waiting for her,

but she let go and she fell away from it. She separated herself

from it, just for a few precious seconds. She’d come back to it

later. At the moment, she wanted to be fucked up against this

wall. She wanted all the horror and the sadness, the memories

and the fears fucked out of her too.

“Giana…” She panted. “Please.”

She came again, the first climax on the heels of the second.

She curled around Giana, her fingers buried deep inside her,

her walls pulsing around them, her thighs slick and wet with

the desire she couldn’t push away, couldn’t beat back, couldn’t

fight against. It was an adversary she couldn’t see and didn’t

know how to begin to do battle with. It was wrong, but

nothing had ever felt better. It wasn’t right, and it wasn’t

perfect, but it was exactly what Coralyn had no idea that she

needed. The pleasure. The closeness. Giana.

She’d been so wrapped up in losing her family for the past