yeah I got heartbreak that I reminisce about
Flora shatters. Not slowly—not like glass cracking prettily in a windowpane or flaws appearing on ice—but like a star going nova, sudden and all-consuming. Flora’s orgasm crashes through her in a violent, radiant burst that tears through her limbs and hollows her out in the best possible way, flooding her with so much sensation it strips the ache and sorrow from her chest like it was never there to begin with. For a moment, there is no heartbreak. No history. No hesitation, only Jack.
The way Jack moves inside her and against her, relentless and devastating, his voice low and jagged as it curls around the edges of her pleasure and makes it burn brighter. His name is etched into her bones, and as the waves of pleasure crest and spill over her, Flora clings to it like it’s the only thing tethering her to this world. "Yours," she gasps, forehead pressed to his, her breath ragged and unsteady. "Yours—Jack—gods, I’m yours—I’m yours—" She says it over and over again, a breathless chant on the edge of breaking, giving it to him like it’s truth incarnate, whether or not it holds past this moment hardly seems to matter.
The fall is sharp and dizzying, her body tensing around him as her orgasm drags her under, clenching around him with frantic, fluttering desperation. Her back arches, her nails bite into the firm curve of his shoulders, and her mouth falls open in a sob of ecstasy that becomes his name. "Jack—" It leaves her lips in a moan, ragged and raw, as her eyes squeeze shut and the fey-blue-black tide of him pulls her down completely.
The way Jack moves inside her and against her, relentless and devastating, his voice low and jagged as it curls around the edges of her pleasure and makes it burn brighter. His name is etched into her bones, and as the waves of pleasure crest and spill over her, Flora clings to it like it’s the only thing tethering her to this world. "Yours," she gasps, forehead pressed to his, her breath ragged and unsteady. "Yours—Jack—gods, I’m yours—I’m yours—" She says it over and over again, a breathless chant on the edge of breaking, giving it to him like it’s truth incarnate, whether or not it holds past this moment hardly seems to matter.
The fall is sharp and dizzying, her body tensing around him as her orgasm drags her under, clenching around him with frantic, fluttering desperation. Her back arches, her nails bite into the firm curve of his shoulders, and her mouth falls open in a sob of ecstasy that becomes his name. "Jack—" It leaves her lips in a moan, ragged and raw, as her eyes squeeze shut and the fey-blue-black tide of him pulls her down completely.
some real big things I still gotta figure out
