Chloe Simpson sat on top of Alexander Johnson, her movements matching his, wild and rhythmic, as though something deep within her had been ignited, an uncontrollable primal desire unleashed.
Her hands gripped Alexander's back forcefully, her body responding instinctively, pressing against him, especially at her lower abdomen.
She couldn't stop tightening, clenching, over and over again. The intensity came from within, every part of her body seemingly moving in unison.
Her nails, following the same rhythm as her movements, dug deeper and deeper into Alexander's flesh with every rise and fall.
"..."
Alexander Johnson, hearing her words, felt a sudden jolt in his heart. Beyond the burning desire in his eyes, there was also tenderness and a trace of ache for her.
His lips curled involuntarily into a faint smile.
So, she felt the same way about him after all.
Even if illness had made her forget everything.
