Agnes
We collapsed onto the bed in a tangled heap. Limbs, lips, desperation, fear. Our lovemaking had never been like this before, so intense and filled with so many emotions. Every sensation was heightened, probably because a part of me knew that this might be the last time we did this, that this entire crazy plan was a mistake.
In a strange, guilty sort of way, the desperation just made everything feel that much better.
Elijah’s hands were everywhere at once, pulling at my shirt, fumbling with the buttons. Each touch felt like fire thrumming through my veins, which… for all I knew, it probably was. When his hands shook too much to get my shirt off completely, I sat up and helped him, yanking the fabric over my head and tossing it aside before reaching for his belt.
As I
