Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

The moment when I finally give myself to him, heart and
soul, body and mind, surrendering completely.
There’s no turning back now. No changing my mind.
What surprises me is that I don’t want there to be.
No matter who or what he is, I don’t care.
I’m all in.
I pull his head down and kiss him hard, knowing as I do
that the girl I was before this moment no longer exists. When
we rise from this bed, it will be as one person, not two.
I guess he and I are alike in that way: there’s no halfway
for either of us.
We’re both all in or nothing.
He commands, “Give me your eyes.”
I open them and stare up at him through a blissful haze. He
looks beautiful, otherworldly, his gaze burning hot, his brow
furrowed with intensity.
He picks up the pace of his thrusting, and I get that he
wants me to watch him climax. When he comes inside me, he
wants us both to have our eyes wide open so we can see
everything plainly, all there is between us as we share our
bodies and breath.
He said it, but he wants me to know it: I belong to him
now.
Just as he belongs to me.
I reach up and touch his face. I murmur, “All those years I
spent waiting…I don’t think it was for him anymore. I think it
was for you.”
He shudders, moans, drops his hot forehead to my neck.
Then he empties himself inside me with a series of short,
jerking thrusts, gripping my hair and whispering brokenly in
Russian.
I wrap my arms around his back and my legs around his
waist and close my eyes, feeling like I’m flying.