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Our first time, all my body knew was that it was on fire, and when it could not stand the consuming flames any longer, I was practically begging him to take me.

I understood what he meant when he said it was this or death.

My body was on the cusp of failing if he was not inside of me.

It felt vital, as though it could no longer regulate its normal operations if we were not connected this way.

He was the cure and all that I needed. He was fulfilling this need—going beyond what I could have ever imagined making love would feel like.

For the rest of my life, more than only my body yearned to fulfill his desires and needs. The moment I bled for him, I knew what it truly meant to be a woman to this feral man.

“Sistine,” he said my name with such reverence, such roughness, the sound of it made me shiver, as if his hand was an extension of his voice.

I was breathless, my hands an extension of my voice, pulling him closer and closer, as if he needed to be buried inside of me even deeper, although he was almost as deep as he could go.

He was so deep, I felt him against my uterus.

From our first time, my body remembered, would never forget, how he was touching a spot inside of me that would drive me mad.

It made the ache inside of me pulsate as if it was his alone to discover and control.

My heart pounded as though it was attempting to create a melodic beat to match his. My arms and thighs trembled around him. My breath was his.

I am his.

The thought made me even more breathless, and as he kissed from my mouth to my ear, he breathed, “Take a breath, my Annie. Easy. Easy. That’s it, my Annie.” He kissed back to my mouth, where he seemed to share his breath with me.

His soul.

I could feel his kiss, his soul, teasing mine out to mix with his as our blood had. I could smell the coppery scent drifting around us, along with my perfume, his cologne, smoke from the fire and fall, and the scent of our sex. It was sweet, and at the same time, bitter with wild need.

A wild need…

Our first time took my breath away. I was in awe at this man and how he moved, how he made me feel, how…

overwhelming the experience between us had been.

This time, I could feel myself relaxing into him, into this…

it was as if there was another woman inside of me, clawing to be set free. She only needed the freedom to do so.

He pulled out, and came back with a thrust that made me gasp for air.

He closed his eyes, his neck tilted back, pure pleasure on his face. It was concentrated, and rushing through him, rushed through me. His high was mine, and mine seemed to be his.

We both got off on the other’s touch. The noises the other made.

I could feel the pressure inside of me building, and building, an intensity that his eyes only made more… more . I was stretched, aching, sensitive, and when he leaned down and took my nipple in his mouth and sucked…

“ Ahhhh ,” I breathed out, but my voice sounded as though I was hitting holes in the road. My legs wrapped around him, and I clenched.

“Fuck!” He took a breath, slowing his pace.

I did it again. Tightened around him.

He sucked in a breath. His eyes opened to mine, and they were dilated. The darkness pushed out the light in his eyes, and he was…a creature that most men feared, but I could not get enough of.

“You’re going to fucking kill me,” he barely got out.

My hands clung to him when he started to move inside of me again—slow, achingly slow.

“Fucking good,” he said, his eyes lowered. “So fucking good.”

A sharp breath left my mouth when he entered me full hilt, the tip of his cock pressing on the ache inside of me, causing it to rush throughout my entire body. When he started moving his hips faster, pulling almost all the way out, then coming back—my entire body shook, and I cried out.

“I cannot hold back.” The feeling was too powerful inside of me. I was drowning in it. I had to ride out the wave, or I was going to drown.

“Come to me,” he said, sucking on my neck, my frantic pulse, as though my pulse was feeding his. “Come to me.” He started to move faster, harder, and I could not hold back.

My mind faded completely out while my body took complete control. My hips were meeting his thrust for thrust as I orgasmed with a cry that met his growl as he spilled his seed inside of me.

The moments after…it seemed as if complete silence engulfed us. My eyes closed and my fingertips caressed his arms.

“Are you cold?” I whispered when I could catch my breath. I trembled all over, my thighs quaking.

“Look at me, Annie.”

My eyes fluttered open to meet his.

“Fuck,” he whispered, coming in to kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me.

My hands ran up and down his arms, attempting to warm him, but he stopped me with a shake of his head. “I’m not cold, Annie,” he said, his voice hoarse.

“You are trembling,” I whispered.

“Yeah,” he said, kissing me. He was hard inside of me again, and he groaned. “Not because I’m cold.”

“I do not understand.”

“You,” he whispered. “You make me tremble. All I fucking feel for you. All I feel is you. I’ve never been overwhelmed like this before. I see you, and I don’t know any other way anymore, no other fucking way. You. You. You. You are my direction. The only fucking way.”

No words came to mind for me to speak to him in response. None of them seemed right. None fit what had been sealed between us—silent vows and a lifelong commitment. He leaned down, as if he understood this as well, and kissed me.

He kissed me until we were both moving again, not able to stop. It felt as though we had been starving for longer than we had been on earth, and the only sustenance was each other. If we did not feed this thing between us, then and forever…neither of us could exist.

I had never felt more alive.