My heart pounds heavily in my chest, like a basketball on a court. I slip my fingers further down, dipping the tip into the pool of wetness that has gathered. I'm embarrassingly wet. Licking my lips, I plunge my two fingers inside, a moan falling from my lips as my body seizes with pleasure. Zade's deep, bottomless voice whispers in my mind of all the dirty things he's growled in my ear. All the words that have stopped my heart in my chest. My redemption will become your salvation. I was convinced he would be my damnation. But at this moment, it feels like I've walked into paradise. Nirvana. Just like he said when his tongue was plunged deep inside of me, like my fingers are now. I moan louder, the crescendo building as the image flickers to Zade sitting behind me in my car, feasting on me—no, drinking from me like a dying man deprived of water. The pleasure builds as I swirl my sopping fingers up to my clit and rub the sensitive bud in tight circles. My head kicks back as my spine curves. Panting out breathless moans, I circle my clit faster and harder until I'm nearly chasing the orgasm. And finally, I tip over the edge. I yelp loudly, calling out Zade’s name as the orgasm crashes through me quickly and without remorse. It's over before I'm able to regain my breath. Slumping, I heave out a sigh, the corners of my lips pulling into a frown. My body is languid and boneless, but my chest—tt's tight still. That orgasm was only a temporary reprieve. And I realize that the weight isn't going to go anywhere. Tonight, I'm just... sad.