Page 380 of Coal Hearts

I kissed him back.

The moment I licked him, his restraint—what restraint?—exploded.

Our kiss turned demonic. Violent. Hedonistic.

We went to war with each other; we devoured each other.

Our teeth clacked, our breaths threaded, our lips bruised and worshipped.

And that was where it happened.

A meditative quality cascaded over my mind, silencing all thoughts, worries, and fears. My spirit expanded through my body, billowing from my chest into every organ, bone, and limb.

I tingled in my extremities.

My sensitivity became excruciating.

My awareness arrowed on him.

Just him.

Always him.

His hot hands on my breasts.

His hot tongue in my mouth.

His burning, burning body as he rode me and smothered me, trying to crawl all the way inside me.

Our hearts synchronized.

Our souls forged.

I became aware of everything, all while knowing nothing at all.

Energy spiralled between us.

A vortex, a helix...

Synergy.

Salvation.

An orgasm tingled.

A full-body, heart-bonded release—

“Ily—” He bit my throat, making me bleed again.

Knowing he took my lifeforce.

Knowing he needed such primitive connection.

My climax hovered on a painful crest.

And for a moment, I touched pure, pure happiness.

Yes.