Page 80 of Love Harder

We fit.

Although I was submerged in everything that was The Unicorn, I molded to his body and his to mine.

I was little.

He was big.

Two pieces of a puzzle we were still unsure of what the picture was.

He kissed me.

He restrained me as he spat the filthiest things into my ear.

I had to close my eyes because his eye contact was almost too much.

I felt him breaking every part of me—both literally and figuratively.

Again, his touches were rough but gentle.

He was a lover who read their partner and watched for their cues to what made them cry harder. Or elicit a string of profanity as they were robbed of any other words.

And then he continues to push until you’re straddling the line of pleasure and pain.

Skin to skin.

His body warmed mine.

I was slipping into an abyss, but I would happily fall because he was more to me in that one night than the men prior to me were in months.

Years.

The sex lasted for what felt like a very long time.

Never did I grow bored.

Never did I feel like it was too much.

On the contrary, I wanted more.

But I didn’t realize how much more was headed my way…

I woke to a kiss on the shoulder and a “Good morning, gorgeous.”

The Unicorn had stayed over.

A first for me because it had been a long time since I shared my bed with a man.

Someone shouldn’t look this incredibly hot in the morning.

But in the morning light, The Unicorn was even more incredible.

He wore stubble the way I like it.

And his eyes were that vibrant color when one first wakes.

He smiled.

I died.

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