Love Games ✔️

Forty - three: Madness

His hands become harder, more determined, as if with every touch he wanted to get rid of all the boundaries between us.

Suddenly I feel him grasp the hem of my clothes, and in the next moment, with one jerking movement, he rips them off.

The fabric is torn with soft crackling sounds that fill the room, and my body is left exposed to the cold air.

But this coldness passes the moment his hands slide over my skin again.

His touch is demanding, uncompromising, as if he wants to erase everything that held me back before, that limited me.

I can feel the blood rushing through my veins, my heart beating faster, as if caught between fear and desire.

His closeness overwhelms me, his hand grips me tightly, as if he owns me, as if nothing else exists.

His eyes meet mine, the look in them is deep, relentless. "You're mine now," he whispers, his voice deep and strangled, laced with that raw power I've felt before.

He pulls away just long enough to hastily remove his clothes, and when the dim light of the room illuminates his features, I can't help licking my lips.

I have seen his body so many times, but every time I look at him, my breath catches.

There is something about him, the way he moves, the way he looks at me, that shakes me to the core.

He steps closer, his skin wraps around me again, kissing me deeply, passionately, while his hands roam over my body.

His every touch lights me up, fills me with irresistible desire. His erection presses against my body, and I can barely contain the moan that escapes my lips.

His fingers find their way easily to my pineal gland, teasing me slowly but surely, and my body responds to his every movement.

We are there, in the middle of the black room, surrounded by the weight of shadow, but in our world, there is only this moment.

Everything else seems to dissolve in the darkness, all worries, all doubts overwhelmed by this raw, irresistible desire. His touch takes me to the edge, we breathe to the rhythm we dictate to each other, each moment full of unspoken desires, full of promises.

Even if I wanted to resist, I simply cannot. Every part of my body betrays me, every sensation that overwhelms me pulls me back to him.

My thoughts scream for control, but my body doesn't follow. With every touch, every movement, I realise that the power that keeps me here is stronger than myself.

I don't know if it's fate, or maybe it was just the right place at the right time. But now, in this moment, there is no room for questions, no room for doubts.

All that counts is this intensity, this raw connection between us that pushes me over the edge of everything I thought I knew about myself. With him I lose myself and find myself again.

With sudden determination, he takes me by the hips and lifts me up effortlessly, his hands strong, sure.

As he settles me on his erection, a deep moan of pleasure escapes my throat, echoing through my whole body.

The sensation is so intense that for a moment it overwhelms me completely-all thoughts, all worries disappear, there is only this moment, only us.

My fingers cling to his shoulders, my body adapting to his, feeling his strength, his desire. We move in perfect rhythm, our bodies matching, each movement deeper, more intense. His hand holds me tightly against him, as if he doesn't want to let me go, as if he wants this moment to last forever.