Long Hug

Damon White

So we had sex.

Dimitri and I had sex.

Mind-blowing, primal, earth-shattering sex.

The kind of sex that feels like it's going to leave the world different when you're done.

It was sweet and tender at the first— then it was wild, and chaotic, like we were two animals desperate for each other, incapable of holding back.

I don't know how long we went on, but by the time we collapsed onto the ground, tangled in each other's limbs, I felt like my entire body had been set on fire and then extinguished in the best way possible.

For a while, we just lay there, catching our breath, not saying a word.

The forest was quiet except for the occasional rustle of leaves, and the air was cool against my skin.

But my mind? My mind was racing. I couldn't stop replaying what just happened.

When I finally sat up, I shifted back into my wolf form, needing the distraction of movement to clear my head.