Moonshine

There Was An A24 Movie Playing

Damn her. Damn the way she drove him insane, each thought of her dragging him deeper, his mind swirling with images of her body tangled with his, every forbidden moment replaying endlessly, torturing him. Her voice haunted him, that sweet, breathless way she gasped his name, every sigh drawing him further into obsession. She was like a drug—potent, dark, a poison he couldn't resist—seeping into his veins until he was teetering on the edge of madness.

And her scent. God, it was unlike anything he'd ever known—sweet, intoxicating, clinging to him like smoke, like something he couldn't shake. She was addictive, embedded in his skin, his mind, impossible to escape. He needed her, craved her with a hunger that devoured every last shred of his sanity. What happened between them, that night in the hotel? It barely scratched the surface. He wanted her again, needed her again—to taste her, to consume her, to lose himself so fully that there was nothing left but her.

The way she'd whispered his name, the way she'd said he made her crazy... It ignited something primal in him, something dark and fierce. He wanted to tear down every last barrier between them, to unravel her, to unleash everything he'd held back. She made him lose control, a storm raging in his veins, each heartbeat pulsing with her name. And yet, for all his desire to have her under his mercy, it was he who was ensnared, wrapped around her finger, caught in a spell he couldn't break.

There was this wild, untamable fire in her, yet she was so deliberate, each touch, each glance calculated and careful—a contradiction he couldn't unravel, a puzzle that drove him deeper into obsession. And when she told him she loved his weight on her, the roughness of his scruff against her skin... her words left him burning, mind and body ignited by an insatiable, consuming need. He wanted her completely, wholly, to make her his in a way that defied all reason or restraint.

"I keep coming back to you."