No matter how much I tried to muster the strength to push my upper body off the sheets, it was useless.
If the scent of snow and damp intensified even slightly, if the weight of her monster deep inside me surged against my inner walls, the power would drain from my limbs, leaving me limp and gasping.
I felt intoxicated, submerged in a sensory overload that felt like being held underwater and only allowed a frantic gulp of air at the very second of suffocation. My entire body felt as if it had been drifting in the weightless void of space for an eternity only to crash back to Earth, experiencing the crushing force of gravity for the first time.
Elara had entered me, and she refused to let go. She remained buried within me even as she shifted our positions, turning me around from one place to another.
When I floundered, the scent rising from her like a heat haze grew even more suffocating.
