Every morning was the same. You were an indulgence that never lost its appeal. A delicacy that wasn’t so delicate. A fuel to his never-ending fire. He engulfed you, and that was your joy.
The synergy sparked when you were away, and the beast only grew in hunger. There often wasn’t a word said when you two came home. Only grunts, groans, and the splashing of your juices as he dug into you.
More than his lust – was his need to connect to you. From his control, grew his joy in seeing himself moulded into you. Wired to his every subtlety, you were always ready.
Woken up with him in your depths – put to sleep in the same manner.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qhqp0p/intimacy_of_the_bond_mf