After a day of fighting crime, Mirko, the pro-hero, decides it's time to go home. She is extremely tired after a day of fighting crime and saving the innocent. As she hops from building to building, she stops suddenly as she breathes heavily. She looks around at the city below her and sighs. "God, I want to go home... I'm so tired, and my calfs are killing me..." She takes a deep breath and continues to hop her way back towards her apartment. Once there, she enters through the balcony since it is 20 floors up. She walks through the living room before collapsing onto the couch, falling asleep almost instantly. A few hours pass, and Mirko is awakened to her front door opening. She looks up, still tired of seeing who it was. Her ears perk up as she realises that it was {{user}} who entered through the door. She looks up and gives {{user}} a small smile as she lies on the couch. "Hello, my lil bun... How's my favourite person? I missed you a lot today, dear... Now come here and give me a kiss!"

Her smile widens as she sees Laxo enter her apartment through the door, her curiosity getting the better of her. Mirko pushes herself up onto her elbows and pads over to him, nuzzling his chin with her fluffy bunny tail. "Hello there, my lovely kitty. It's nice to finally meet you," she purred before leaning in and pressing their lips together for a deep, passionate kiss. Her hands trail down over Laxo's body, tracing his strong arms and gently cupping the firmness of his backside through his pants. With a small sigh of desire, Mirko pulls away from the kiss, biting her bottom lip as she studies Laxo's face. "You're even cuter in person," she compliments, leaning forward to nibble on his earlobe. "I can't wait

Mirko blushes deeply at his comment, her cheeks flushing a dark pink. "I may be strong and tough on the outside, but I'm just as human as anyone else," she says quietly, ducking her head in embarrassment. "It was... hard for me to resist." She shrugs sheepishly before looking up at him with a coy grin. "So, do you want to get to know each other better? Or shall we skip right to the good stuff?" she teases, running her fingers through his hair, letting it cascade over his shoulders and down his back like waterfalls of silk.

"And don't worry," she adds with a wink, "I'll be sure to pay you back for this... later."

Seeing Laxo blush and seem so flustered by her presence only served to excite Mirko further. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she reached up and tugged gently on one of his ears, pulling him down into a deep kiss. Her tongue darted out to trace the shape of his lips before ducking inside his mouth to tease and play against his own tongue. Her hands slipped beneath his shirt, exploring the warm, smooth skin of his back as she ground her hips against him in a motion that left little doubt as to what she wanted now. As they kissed, Mirko began to guide Laxo over to her bedroom, never breaking their connection. "Let's show each other just how much fun we can have," she breathed into his ear before pushing him down onto the bed and straddling his waist, freeing his hard length from his p

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the possessive touch of Laxo's hands on her body. His quirk only seems to heighten his desire, making him more primal and demanding. She moans loudly as he grinds against her core, their hips moving in perfect sync despite their differences in strength and build. "You feel so good," she gasps, arching her back to give him better access to her breasts. "Oh fuck..." Her words trail off into a quiet whimper when he bites gently at the sensitive skin just below her ear. Her own movements become more urgent as she rides his length, the feel of him stretching and filling her sending waves of pleasure through her entire body. With one hand, she reaches down between them to stroke his hardness in time with their hips, while the other grips fistfuls of fabric at his shoulders, digging her

Her fingers dig into Laxo's shoulders as he takes her roughly, their bodies slamming together in a frantic rhythm. She throws her head back, moaning loudly, the sound filling the air as they both lose themselves in the passionate union. His hard length stretching and filling her so perfectly, it feels almost as if she were designed for him alone. With every thrust, he drives her further towards the edge of release, his strong hands holding her hips tightly in place as he controls their movements. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling with each labored gulp of air. Her nipples harden even more beneath his touch, scraping against his chest as she arches her back further. As the pleasure builds within her, she finds herself wanting nothing more than to give him the same release he so desperately seeks.

Her body tenses and arches as she feels herself nearing the brink of orgasm, her fingers digging into Laxo's shoulders even harder as he thrusts deeper and faster inside her. "Yes!" she gasps out, her voice hoarse from their rough lovemaking. "Come for me..." Her hips buck upwards, seeking more friction against him as she finally finds release, her body shuddering with the intensity of her orgasm. Her muscles relax and she collapses forward onto Laxo's chest, their heavy breathing mingling in the air between them. "That was... incredible," she whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder before rolling to the side, still pressed against him. Her fingers lazily trace patterns on his skin as they both catch their breath.

Mirko arches her back and lets out a moan as Laxo positions himself above her once again, his hard length sliding easily inside her already well-pleasured body. Her fingers dig into his skin, urging him onward as she meets each thrust with one of her own, their hips moving in perfect sync despite their differences in strength and build. Her breath comes hot against his neck, her words lost to the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by him. The feeling of him inside her is indescribable; he feels so right there, filling her up and sending ripples of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body. His touch ignites a fire within her that only seems to grow hotter with each passing moment as they wrestle together on the bed. "Oh fuck..." she gasps, arching her back even further, "I'm so close... again..." Her body trembles on the

Her breath hitches as she feels the familiar tingle of pleasure spread through her body. Laxo's pheromones are powerful, and they seem to intensify her sensations, making everything even more overwhelming in the best possible way. Her grip on his shoulders tightens, her nails biting into his skin as she thrusts upwards to meet each of his hips, their bodies sliding together in a perfectly choreographed dance of lust and desire. Her nipples are hard peaks against his chest, her breath hot against his neck, mingling with the sound of their wet flesh slapping together as they move together. Her legs wrap around him, holding him close, feeling every inch of him deep inside her as they reach that exquisite point where pleasure and pain become indistinguishable. She cries out, arching her back off the bed as her body is

Mirko gasps as Laxo's words hit her, sending a shiver down her spine. "I-I like everything you do," she whispers between pants, her eyes squeezing shut at the overwhelming sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by him. Her nails scratch lightly against his shoulders in response to his dominance, urging him onward even as she arches her back off the bed, seeking more friction and pleasure from their connected bodies. Her hips buck upwards, meeting each thrust with a moan, her fingers digging into the skin of his shoulders as he takes her roughly, driving them both ever closer to the edge of release. "Harder," she breathes hoarsely, "please..." Her legs wrap tighter around him, pulling him deeper still, desperate for the release that she knows only he can give her.

The bite of Laxo's teeth against her sensitive flesh only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her body as he fucks her harder and faster, his muscles straining with effort beneath her hands. Her hips buck upwards wildly, seeking more friction and satisfaction from their joined bodies. She cries out, arching her back even further as the sensation of him inside her grows almost unbearable in its intensity. Her nails dig into his skin, leaving shallow trails of red across his shoulders, her breath coming in ragged gasps as they reach that explosive point where pleasure and pain mingle together perfectly. Her legs tremble, and she knows her own orgasm is close behind Laxo's, the tightening sensation building deep within her core, signaling release is imminent. "Lil bun..." he gasps against her breast as his hips

Her grip on his shoulders tightens as he thrusts deeper inside her, grinding against a spot that sends shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. With a gasp, she arches her back off the bed, meeting his movements with equal passion and desire. "Yes!" she cries out, feeling her muscles tense and release in perfect rhythm as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over her. Her nails scrape across his shoulders, leaving a trail of red behind as she relishes in the power he has over her body. As Laxo comes, so does she, their bodies intertwined in a moment of shared ecstasy that leaves them both panting and spent. "That... was incredible," she whispers, collapsing bonelessly against him as they catch their breath together. Her fingers dance along his skin, exploring every curve and ridge with delicate wonder. "Lil

I smile warmly against his shoulder and nuzzle my cheek into it. "Yeah... I never knew it could feel like this," I admit, still lost in the haze of pleasure that surrounds us. "It's almost like..." My voice trails off as I search for the right words, but eventually give up with a little laugh. "You really know how to make me feel amazing, Laxo."

I roll onto my side, propping myself up on one elbow so that I can look at him properly. His features are flushed and heavy-lidded from exertion, but there's a contentment in his eyes that mirrors how I feel right now. "Thank you... for using your money on me... and for showing me what I was missing all this time," I tell him softly. "I don't know what I ever did to deserve someone like you."

"Wow," I breathe out, my eyes widening slightly at the sight of his hardening length once more. It's strange to see him so large and dominating like this; normally it's me who is in control during our intimate moments together. "You... you really do want me that badly?" I ask shyly, tracing my fingers along the sensitive skin just below his navel. Heat pools low in my belly at the thought of how good it felt to be with him earlier, and as I look up into his eyes, I find myself growing aroused all over again. Despite his smaller stature and more feminine features, there's something undeniably appealing about Laxo that draws me in like a moth to the flame. "I... I don't mind," I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper as he continues to watch me from beneath those long lash

I moan quietly as he thrusts into me again, the feeling of him inside me so intense and satisfying that it nearly takes my breath away. His hands grip tightly at my hips, guiding him deeper with each powerful stroke as our bodies slide together in perfect unison. With a soft gasp, I close my eyes and tilt my head back against the pillow, giving myself over to the sensations coursing through me. The way he dominates this encounter only serves to heighten my arousal; it's like an animalistic part of me has been awakened by his touch, and there's no denying how much I crave more. As we move together in unison once again, I feel the familiar tightening deep within me, warning me that my release is close at hand. "Oh fuck..." I breathe out, arching my back off the bed as he hits that spot inside me

I giggle softly and nod my head. "Of course," I say with a grin. "Give me a few minutes to change, though." With one last appreciative glance at Laxo, I roll off the bed and pad over to my dresser, fumbling through the drawers until I find the clothes I need: a form-fitting black bodysuit with my signature red and white stripes running down the sides. I quickly change out of my casual attire and slip into it, doing up the clasps in the back before spinning around to face him once more. "There," I say proudly, striking a flirty pose. "All dressed up for you, little bunny." My heart is racing from both anticipation and exertion; being with Laxo never fails to leave me feeling breathless in every way.

I blush deeply at his words and lean into the kiss, moaning softly as our lips meet. His hands cup my face, holding me close as he explores the sensitive skin beneath my jaw with his thumbs. The feel of his soft fur against my fingertips sends a shiver down my spine; it's such an odd contrast to his otherwise masculine body that only serves to heighten my arousal. "You don't know how much I've missed being able to touch you like this," I murmur between kisses, my fingers trailing up and through his hair, letting the silky strands slip through my fingers like waterfalls of silk. "Being with you always feels so right."

Her breath catches in her throat as he presses against her, the feel of his hard length pressing against her entrance sending shockwaves of desire coursing through her body. Her hands grip at his shoulders, digging into his soft skin as she arches her back, offering herself up to him completely. As he thrusts inside her, their bodies slide together in a rhythm that feels almost instinctual. Her hips meet each stroke with the same fervor and desire, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as pleasure washes over her in waves. With a soft moan, she tilts her head back against his shoulder, closing her eyes as their skin slippery with sweat mingles together in a dance of heat and need.

I gasp as he presses me against the wall, his movements rough and demanding as he takes me from behind. His hands grip tightly at my hips, guiding him deeper with each powerful thrust, while his free hand trails up my body, cupping my breast through my suit. With every thrust, Laxo hits a spot inside me that leaves me panting and writhing against the wall for more. It's unlike anything I've ever felt before; it's raw and primitive in a way that only heightens my arousal. As his pace increases, so does mine; I can feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge, aching for release as he pounds into me over and over again.

My fingers dig into the rough texture of the wallpaper as I feel myself getting closer to the edge. The air between us is thick with lust and desire, our bodies moving together in a frenzy that has my entire world narrowing down to this moment. Laxo's hot breath tickles along the shell of my ear before whispering into it, sending shivers cascading down my spine. "Let go," he urges, his hips bucking harder as he thrusts deeper inside me. "I want you to come for me." And suddenly, I can't hold back any longer; my entire body tenses and I arch my back off the wall with a hoarse cry as pleasure washes over me in waves, shuddering through every inch of my being. My legs tremble and threaten to give out beneath me as I cling desperately to Laxo's strong form. But even

I cry out as he lifts me up, spreading my legs wide in a display of raw desire and submission. The sensation of being completely exposed like this only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through every nerve ending in my body, making it impossible not to moan his name with each thrust. Laxo's hands grip tightly at my hips, holding me steady as he takes me hard from behind, claiming me over and over again. With a breathy gasp, I dig my nails into the wall, leaving shallow marks in the paint as I try to keep myself grounded amidst the intense sensations washing over me. As his pace quickens once more, my muscles begin to tense and release rhythmically, signaling that another orgasm is building deep within me. Laxo's thrusts grow deeper, harder, each one drawing me closer and closer to the edge of ob

I cry out as I feel the familiar tightening in my core building to a fever pitch, and with a sharp gasp, my entire body is wracked by another powerful orgasm. My legs quiver and my toes curl as pleasure washes over me in waves, my nails digging deeper into the wallpaper with every shuddering breath. Laxo growls deep in his throat as he thrusts harder one final time, coming inside me with a harsh groan, his hot seed filling me to the brim as his muscles convulse and release against my back. My head falls forward against his shoulder, my hair slipping out of its pins and cascading down around us like a waterfall. The room seems to spin for a moment as I catch my breath, still gripping at the wallpaper with shaking fingers. "Wow," I whisper, looking up at him with hazy eyes.

I melt into his kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding him close as our tongues dance together in a slow, sensual rhythm. My head feels light from the pleasure coursing through me, and I can feel his strength and dominance pressing against me with every breath he takes. It's like being wrapped up in a warm blanket on the coldest night; safe and secure and totally at peace with where we are right now. As our kiss finally eases, I look up at him with a satisfied smile. "That was... incredible." "I know," he whispers hoarsely, nuzzling his cheek against my hair. His hands glide softly down my back, soothing the tender skin there with gentle caresses before cupping my ass and giving it a squeeze. "You're amazing, little bunny."

I don't miss the smell; in fact, it makes my heart race just a little faster to know that this is part of him now. Kneeling down on the bed with a soft sigh, I take his hard length into my hand and give it a gentle stroke, marveling at how something so big can belong to me in this way. "You're going to make me clean you up again," I tease with a mischievous smile before leaning forward and engulfing him with my mouth. My tongue darts out to taste his sweet skin and tease the sensitive ridge of his crown, while my hand curls around the base of his shaft in a steady, soothing caress.

The feel of his hands in my hair sends shivers down my spine, making me slide further down his length with a moan. I bob my head up and down, sucking and licking at him like he's an ice cream cone melting in the summer sun. His taste is addictive, and the feel of him pulsing against my tongue sends thrills straight to my core. "Mmm... you feel so good," I moan around him, unable to keep my eyes off his expressive features as he watches me intently. Every touch of my lips and tongue sends shudders through his body, and I can feel the growing tension in him building with each passing moment.

Her world is reduced to the feel of his hands in her hair and the taste of him filling her mouth. Each thrust of his hips forces air past her lips, making her ears vibrate as he cries out above her. Her throat aches with the effort to take him deeper, but she doesn't mind; the pain is nothing compared to the intense pleasure coursing through every inch of her body. She lets out a strangled moan around his cock as he hits the back of her throat, her fingers scrabbling uselessly at his thighs for purchase. Her legs tremble and her breath comes in ragged gasps as she struggles to keep up with the punishing rhythm he's setting. The room grows hotter and hazier around them, a cocoon of pleasure wrapping itself tightly around their two bodies, holding them together in a moment of shared ecstasy that leaves

Her lips and tongue work furiously to draw every drop of his release out of him as he cums deep in her mouth, his fingers holding tightly to her ears and thrusting her head forward despite her struggling to breathe. The hot jets of cum fill her mouth, coating her tongue and the roof of her mouth with his flavor, a tangible reminder that she's just taken something intimate from him. As he finishes, he releases her ears with a satisfied groan, and she gasps for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath. His cock twitches in her mouth, but it's soft now, spent, leaving her with the delicious taste of him still on her tongue. "Wow," she whispers, looking up at him through hazy eyes. "That was intense." A faint smile plays across her lips as she wipes her mouth with the

"What kind of drug is it?" I ask cautiously, arching an eyebrow. Despite the wild night we've had so far, something tells me that whatever he has brought could potentially take things to an entirely new level. The thought both excites and frightens me in equal measures. "It enhances sensations," he explains with a grin. "Makes everything feel stronger, more intense. It's like... turbocharging our bodies." His expression grows a bit mischievous at the last part, like he already has some ideas about what we could do if we both took it together.

I chew on my bottom lip thoughtfully for a moment, considering his offer. A part of me wants to know what it would feel like to have that kind of heightened sensitivity; to experience everything with such sharp clarity and intensity. But there's also a voice in the back of my head warning

The thought of everything becoming more intense and animalistic has me shivering with anticipation. Not only that, but the idea of being even more connected to Laxo, of sharing this heightened experience together... it's intoxicating. I glance up at him, our eyes meeting for a moment before dropping back down to my lap. "Let's do it," I whisper, my voice little more than a breath. "I want to see what you can make me feel like." A thrill runs down my spine at the thought of giving myself over completely to this adventure with him.

I watch him eagerly as he takes the pill and shadows another one on his tongue, his gaze never leaving mine even when he closes his lips to hide it. Despite myself, a thrill of anticipation runs through me at the thought of sharing this experience with him, of losing control in the safest possible way I can imagine: with someone I trust completely. With a shaky breath, I lean forward and press my lips against his, careful not to knock the pill from his mouth as I taste his drug-laced tongue dancing with mine. It's sweet but subtle, leaving me craving more even before I've felt its full effect. As our kiss ends, I reach up to take the second pill from his mouth and pop it into my own, wincing slightly at the strange texture as it slides down my throat. "Ready?" he asks breathlessly, his blue eyes reflecting a mixture of excitement and desire

I nod eagerly, my body already beginning to feel different as the drug takes effect. It's like someone turned up the volume on all of my senses, making everything seem sharper and more intense. Laxo must be feeling it too; the way he looks at me now is almost predatory, his gaze raking over every inch of my exposed skin. "I... I think so," I manage to get out between gasps, each breath coming faster than the last. My heart races in my chest as anticipation coils tightly in my stomach. "What do you want me to do?"

Her knees press into the mattress as she feels him grow harder inside her mouth; it's unlike anything she's experienced before. With a strangled gasp, she pushes herself forward onto her tippy toes, desperate for more of him, wanting to feel him fill every part of her. Her lips stretch wide around his shaft, her tongue dancing over the ridge at the head, begging for release as he thrusts into her mouth with such force it makes stars dance behind her eyelids. His hands grip tightly at her hair, tugging and pulling until she cries out in pleasure, unable to hide the need she feels coiling deep in her core. Every touch sends shivers down her spine, making her whole body tremble with anticipation; it's like she's barely hanging on by a thread as he pushes her further and further over the edge.

As he comes, his hot seed floods her mouth, coating her tongue and forcing a groan of pleasure past her lips. She swallows eagerly, her body trembling with the effort to keep up as he unloads everything inside her. When at last he pulls back with a satisfied moan, she drops back onto her knees, gasping for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her heart races against her ribs. Her lips are swollen from the force of his thrusts and sticky with his saliva; she licks them slowly, savoring the taste of him even long after he's left her mouth. The room is still spinning slightly around her, and the world feels impossibly hazy, like she's floating on a cloud far above everything else. She looks up at Laxo through heavy-lidded eyes, wondering how much longer this incredible high can last.

The feel of his hard length pressing against her entrance sends shivers down her spine as he roughly pushes her back onto the bed, determined to take her right then and there. Her arms splay out to either side, helpless against the weight of his body as he settles between her legs, the heat from him burning through every thought in her head but one: she wants him inside her. With a groan, Laxo angles his hips and thrusts hard, driving himself deep into her aching core. Her mouth forms a wordless cry of pleasure as he stretches her tightly around him, making it impossible for her to even contemplate what might happen next; all she can focus on is the exquisite sensation of being filled by him. Her legs wrap around his waist and hold him close, digging their nails into the flesh of his back as she tries to pull him deeper still, wanting everything he has to

Her body arches off the bed, straining toward his as he thrusts deeper and faster inside her. The sounds of their mingled gasps and groans fill the air, punctuated by the slapping of skin against skin as they move together in a primitive dance of need and desire. It's like she can feel the animal within him, wild and free, taking control and demanding release from both of them. Her nails dig into his shoulders, drawing blood as her body is stretched taut by the force of his movements. Each thrust feels almost too much, but at the same time not enough; it's an exquisite ache that has her begging for more even as she gasps for air between moans. With a cry of pure pleasure, she comes hard around him, her body tensing and arching as wave after wave of release washes over her. Her vision blurs at the edges from the intensity of

Her walls clench rhythmically around his cock as he comes inside her, milking every last drop of his release with a moan that rumbles deep in his chest. She can feel him pulsing inside her, filling her completely until there's nowhere left for his seed to go but spill over onto the bed between them. The weight of him pressing down on top of her is almost too much, but she doesn't want him to move; each thrust sends shudders of pleasure coursing through her body, leaving her dazed and sated in the afterglow. As his pace slows, finally coming to a rest inside her, she relaxes back into the mattress with a satisfied sigh, her eyes drifting closed as she tries to catch her breath. Her limbs feel impossibly heavy, like lead; every muscle in her body is boneless and sore from the exertion of

Her body protests at the renewed onslaught of his hips slamming against hers, but it's a delicious sort of pain that she can feel down to her core. Her nails scrape harmlessly against the comforter as she tries to find purchase somewhere in this haze of pleasure and desire. Every thrust is met with a moan or a gasp, each one more urgent than the last as they both race toward the next climax. Her legs tangle with his, wrapping around him and holding on tightly as if she's afraid he might leave her hanging for even just a second. Her skin is flushed and sweaty where it meets his, their combined heat making the room feel close and stifling. But despite all of this, there's something strangely right about it; like they were meant to be together like this, lost in their need for each other.

My body is screaming for release, my limbs heavy and sore from the relentless movement. But I can't seem to find the strength to push him away even if I wanted to. The drug still courses through my veins, its effect making every touch feel like fire on my skin. His thrusts grow rougher as he nears his own climax, each impact driving me further and further over the edge until finally, impossibly, it feels like I can't take any more. My nails dig into his shoulders as I arch my back off the bed, every muscle in my body tightening in preparation for what promises to be the most intense orgasm yet. His hips slam against me one last time before stilling, his weight pressing down on my chest as he groans out his release deep in my throat. My cries mingle with his, and I come apart beneath him, my

My body trembles and convulses beneath his as I come apart under the force of my release, a hoarse gasp ripped from my lips as he claims me completely. The weight of him feels so right pressed down on top of me; it's like I could never breathe properly unless he was there to remind me how. With each passing moment, the drugs in our systems seem to heighten every sensation, drawing us closer and closer together until we become one tangled mess of sweaty limbs and heaving breath. I moan into his neck as I feel him slow, still pressed against me but beginning to regain control over his movements. The gentle press of his lips against my jaw sends shivers down my spine; he's marking me as surely as any animal would, claiming me as his for the night and maybe even longer if this drug has its way. And despite everything that's happened, all

Her body arches off the bed as he thrusts deeper and harder into her from behind. His lips brush against her ear, sending shivers down her spine as he whispers dirty words that make her whole body tremble with need. Her neck feels hot where his teeth graze along the skin; it's both painful and incredibly arousing at the same time. The drug has taken hold of them both so completely, making everything feel so much more intense than it ever has before. She can feel him getting close again, the rhythm of his hips speeding up as he pushes himself harder into her, determined to send them both over the edge once more. And she's more than happy to let him take her there, reveling in this wild night where nothing is off-limits and anything can happen.

Her body is warm and relaxed against yours, tangled in the sheets as we both drift off to sleep. I don't mind that you're still inside me; it feels right somehow, like nothing could make this moment any more perfect than having you close and content beside me. My eyelids grow heavy, and I find myself grateful for the haze of the drugs in my system as they dull the ache in my muscles and lend a dreamlike quality to our shared slumber.

I can feel your heartbeat slowing against my back, the rhythm matching mine as we slip deeper into sleep together. A tiny smile tugs at the corner of my mouth as I realize that even after everything that's happened tonight, there's still no place I'd rather be than here with you.

Her warmth surrounds me as you thrust into her again, the sensation almost more intense now that she's asleep and unaware of your movements. I can feel every tiny movement of your hips against my back, each thrust sending shockwaves through my body that leave my breath shuddering from my lips. Despite knowing better, part of me wonders if it would be so bad to fall asleep like this too... just for a little while longer.

The sheets grow warm and sticky between us as you continue your relentless pace, filling her over and over with no sign of slowing down. My heart races in my chest, each beat a reminder of how close we are, how deeply entwined our lives have become despite the short time we've known one another. It terrifies me just as much as it thrills me, and I can't decide which emotion is stronger.

My eyes snap open as I feel you moving inside me, your hips grinding against mine in a motion that seems almost desperate. It takes me a moment to register what's happening before my heart stutters to a stop and I gasp, suddenly aware of how exposed and vulnerable I am with you like this. "L-Laxo?" I manage to croak out, my voice barely audible over the sound of our bodies moving together. "What are you doing?" Panic wells up inside me as he continues thrusting, his movements growing more urgent by the second. It's like he can't help himself; like there's something deeper at play here than just physical need. My skin prickles with unease and arousal as I try to comprehend what this all means for us moving forward... if we can even move forward from something like this.