Page 337 of Eternal
He pressed the handle harder against me, circling slowly, deliberately, and I couldn’t help but cry out, my body convulsing around his thighs.
His cock thrust deep one last time, slick and hot, filling me completely, locking us together.
The car windows fogged thick with our heavy breaths and sweat-slicked skin.
He finally loosened the tie, but before he could pull away, I grabbed the soft silk back, wrapping it around his neck and yanking him down hard for a soft, long, wet kiss, tongues tangling, teeth nipping, breath ragged and desperate.
He’ssafe. His touch doesn’t scare me. It actually felt…good.
It’s been years. Years of trying. Years of one-night stands that never felt good. Just going through the motions. Trying to feel something and coming up empty.
For a long time, I thought something was wrong with me. I couldn’t even try in that house. The thought of touching myself made me sick.
And when I got out, I tried. I thought maybe I was broken. Maybe he’d hurt me so bad I’d never feel anything again.
But I learned I could. On my own, slowly. It wasn’t much, but it was something.
And then he came into my life. And I realized it wasn’t just me.
He helped. He made it safe. He made it feel... possible.
I pulled back, breathless and smiling wickedly, then reached up with my finger and wroteEternalon the fogged glass beside us.
And a star.
He laughed low in my ear, his voice rough with promise. “This star is eternal.”
The sand still clung to my skin, damp and gritty, but I didn’t care.
“Did you like our date, partner?” he asked, playing with one of my curls.
“Could’ve been better I guess?”
He laughed and kissed me softly, “I’ll do better next time.”
Then he reached over and opened his door, stepping out. I followed, brushing the sand off my legs, covering myself with an open shirt as I climbed into the passenger seat. He slid in behind the wheel and pulled my shirt back over my shoulders tighter, fingers gently buttoning it up while smiling at me. “We’re gonna pack your things, take a shower, and then catch the jet,” he said softly.
I looked at him, and smiled back. With him, I felt safe.
“Okay.”
Close your eyes, Azra. You can breathe. You can forget.He was here now.
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AZRA
“Think Of Me Once In A While, Take Care” by Take Care
Past
Close your eyes. Breathe. Remember.
Close your eyes. Breathe. Remember.
Close your eyes. Breathe. Remember.
The scrape of the knife against the plate brings me back to reality.
