~ Elena ~

I feel weightless, like my body isn’t even mine anymore.

Marco thrusts into me and every thought burns away, leaving nothing but the stretch of him claiming every part of me.

He pulls out almost to the tip then drives back in.

Slow.

Deep.

The glide alone lights every nerve in my body like a fuse.

This is real and nothing like the quiet, mechanical nights with Charles that barely counted as intimacy.

It’s not just sex. It’s a furious, beautiful rebellion. And I deserve this. This pleasure. This fire.

Charles can keep his cold hands and his secrets… this is my freedom.

“Look at me, Elena,”...