Warning! Explicit Content Below!
Katrina~
I leaned in slowly, letting my hands glide up his chest, savoring every rise and fall of his breath, every firm line of muscle beneath his shirt. The thrum of his heartbeat pulsed against my palms—steady, strong, grounding me in a way nothing else had all day.
"I've never been more certain," I breathed, my voice softer now, more raw. "After everything we survived today—the arguments, the truth dropping on us like bombs, the chaos of running—I just… I need you. I need to feel you. I need to know this is real, that we're real, that nothing out there is strong enough to tear us apart. Please, Vincent. Make love to me."
My whisper brushed his lips, warm and trembling.
