I’m gonna pass out. It’s too much. Darkness creeps in around the edges and, just when I think I’m about to blackout, I feel himsurge inside me. Once, twice, bottoming out the third time as heat suddenly pours into me.
He bites my shoulder hard as he groans, grunts, then murmurs my name over and over until he starts to soften inside me.
“Clara. Goddamn. Fuck.”
I don’t know how long we both stand there, slumped against the washing machine, panting and clinging to each other as we tryto regain some semblance of consciousness. Even when he eases out of me, Demyen still holds me close, his face buried in myneck.
I slowly turn to face him. I don’t want him to let go and I don’t want to lose this rare moment of actually being allowed to touchhim. For a few blissful seconds, our brows press to
