Elsa
Adam and I spent the rest of the day together, our minds whirling with plans, but our bodies craving something deeper—something raw and primal. We made love over and over until my body ached, but I didn’t care.
It wasn’t just physical; it was as if he was trying to leave a part of himself in me with every touch, every kiss, every movement. There was a desperate intensity in the way he held me, a wildness I had never seen before. He wasn’t just showing love—he was claiming me, like he needed to make sure I felt him even when he wasn’t there.
His love bites stung, but I didn’t flinch. I welcomed the pain, because it wasn’t just pain—it was a reminder that this wasn’t goodbye. It was his way of telling me, without words, that he would come back for me.
His hands gripped me like he
