The Forbidden Fruit
She craves him hard, knowing the danger that comes with surrender.
He was too caught up in the hunger, the need to think of anything else, and I was too eager to let go, to risk it all, every warning drowned beneath raw, wild recklessness. Condoms weren’t part of the picture anymore, forgotten in the heat, the wild abandon of the moment. I knew I’d been sloppy with my pills, but the craving, the desire, erased every thought of safety or consequence. I couldn’t stop myself, even as the ra...