A perfect night

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A perfect night

There is a hush in the room when you pull me closer, your hand at the back of my neck, your eyes dark with that quiet promise only I get to see. It’s dangerous, the way you look at me like you’re about to devour every part of me, like you’re staking a claim I can’t and don’t want to fight. Your breath is warm against my skin, every touch a silent command pulling me deeper into you, until the world blurs and it’s just your heartbeat and mine, tangled in shadows and quiet gasps. You tilt my chin up, and for a moment, everything stops—your eyes search mine, asking and taking at the same time, before you crash your mouth to mine in a way that leaves me breathless, undone, yours. The air feels heavy, charged with everything we can’t say but feel, and as your hands pull me closer, I let the darkness swallow us whole, knowing that whatever this is, it will ruin me, and I will thank you for it.

Your lips move against mine with a hunger that steals every thought from my mind, leaving only the heat of your touch and the way your fingers tighten at the back of my neck like you’re afraid I’ll slip away. But I’m not going anywhere. I sink into you, letting the world dissolve around us as your hands roam down my spine, pulling me impossibly closer until there is no space left between us, only the trembling air we share. I feel the sharp edges of your need, the way you hold me like you’re trying to memorize the shape of my body against yours, claiming every part of me with a desperation that matches the chaos inside my chest. It’s almost too much, the way your lips trail down to my jaw, your breath ragged, your whispered words brushing against my skin like a promise and a warning all at once. And even as my heart hammers, *** and desire mixing in the dark, I find peace in the storm of you, letting your darkness sink into mine, letting it become ours. In this moment, I am yours—utterly, recklessly, beautifully yours—and as your hand curls around my waist, pulling me further into your shadows, I know I will never want to be anywhere else but here, where your touch is both my ruin and my sanctuary.

And when you look at me again, eyes dark and unreadable, it’s like you’re searching for every piece of me I’ve hidden from the world, and I let you see it all. The brokenness, the longing, the quiet parts that crave the way you take control of every breath I take when you’re near. Your thumb brushes across my lips as if you’re memorizing the softness, the trembling, the way I fall apart under your gaze, and for a moment, there is nothing but the silence between us, heavy with everything we don’t say. I know this isn’t safe, I know loving you feels like stepping into a fire I won’t walk out of the same, but there’s no part of me that wants to run. Because in this darkness, wrapped in your arms and the quiet *** of your need, I feel seen, claimed, wanted in a way I never knew I could be. If this is a beautiful ruin, then let it be us, over and over, until the world ends, until there is nothing left but the echo of your name on my lips, and the memory of how your darkness and mine became a place we could call home.