The rhythm was slow, majestic, and entirely overwhelming. Every deliberate thrust felt like a wave of pure creation crashing into my soul, violently burning away the gray, invisible memory of my pathetic life as Stephanie. The dismissive glances of my parents, the shadow I was as I walked the hallway of my college, the incompetent me, the clanking of the aluminum crutches, the lonely nights spent staring at a blank screen—all of it was being ground into dust beneath the weight of his claim.
I let out a shaky, breathless cry, my legs wrapping around his waist by pure instinct, and my hands moving up to tangle in his long hair as my body entirely surrendered to the rhythm.
The pleasure was alien, heavy, and majestic, sending waves of electricity spinning down my spine. The golden slits of his eyes glowed brighter in the dim room, reflecting the absolute completion of the contract.
