Rembrandt

In answer, beyond words, I shot my mind down the bridge between us, brushing against his shields.

He let me in instantly, mind to mind, soul to soul.

And then I was looking through his eyes, looking down at me as he gripped my hip and thrust.

He purred.

Look at how I fuck you, Farrah.

God was my only answer.

mental hands ran along my mind my soul look at how perfectly we fit my flushed body was arched against the wall perfect indeed for receiving him for taking every inch of him do you see why i can't stop thinking of this of you again he withdrew and drove in

and released the dampener on his power.

Stars flickered around us, sweet darkness sweeping in, as if we were the only souls in a galaxy.

And still, Rhys remained before me, my legs wrapped around his waist.

I brushed my own mental hands down him and breathed, can you fuck me in here too?

That wicked delight faltered and went silent.

The stars and darkness paused.

the then undiluted utter predator answer it would be my pleasure and then they just they she nutted fair before you said the word fuck i was going to ask you did they actually use that word yeah or did they just allude around the word they allude to it a lot um but yeah this time they were getting after it good they were getting after it good they should i think i feel like

Yeah, he banged the shit out of it.

As I was reading it, I was reading this on our journey home yesterday from Manchester, brother.

When she said, I went into his mind and looked through his eyes and watched him fucking me.

And then he said to me, do you like watching me fuck you?

I was like, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.