This is what I call lovemaking. Our lovemaking.

            His warm lips brushed across my earlobes, neck, and clavicle as his strong fingers stroked my crevice tenderly. He was like a starving beast that had just caught its first meal in a very long time, panting and eyes burning with hunger for passion.

            "I can't bring myself to resist,” he whispered against my skin. “Even if I die, I'll want to do this tonight.” Tyler paused to meet my gaze, “At least for tonight."

              Tyler, using the remaining power he still has for the day, pushed me to the bed and grabbed both of my legs at the edge, ripping my...