Consume

It all builds to this. Lust, pain, obsession—or maybe love. She sits atop him, he’s buried deep inside. His quivers, his moans—she feeds on them. She takes the camera from the bedside table. She photographs his eyes, full of ocean, wonder, and desire. She leans down, licks and sucks at his neck. She wants to consume every part of him—it flows into her mouth. She pulls back, brings his head to her nipple. She wants him to bite it, leave a mark. Make her his. They bring their mouths together—a melding of tongues, ecstasy, and newness. He was hers now, and she was his.