Page 73 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

Too fast.

Too consuming.

I can’t think or hold onto anything.

And without warning, I detonate, a scream tearing out of me before I can stop it, my hand flying to my mouth too late.

My entire body breaks under the force of it, the impact ripping through me like something violent, bright and impossible to contain.

A few more rough, unsteady plunges, and he follows.

It hits him the way it hit me; hard, immediate, pulling something out of him he doesn’t bother to hide.

His head dips, his breath breaking against my skin, his grip tightening like he needs something to hold onto too.

Our chests heave, our breathing jagged, fingers still dug into skin like we forgot how to let go.

And all I can feel is it.

The aftermath.

The way something inside me has been forced open again.

Something I sealed.

Something I buried.

Something I wasn’t ready to face.

And now, I don’t know how to close it again.

Or if I want to.