I could feel the weight of Scorpio’s body pressing against me; heavy and unapologetic. His large, chalk-like fingers gripped my shoulder, pulling me towards the beating of his chest. I could have resisted, remembering Aries, the more practical man in my life, but I didn’t care.
I wanted to be suffocated.
His hands traced the goosebumps on my skin, and I shivered, my breath catching in my throat. “Shhh,” he said and placed his mouth over mine. I was silenced. The fish inside me was swimming with delight. My Pisces body rose with the tides, searching for the burning flesh of Scorpio. I could taste him in my mouth, bitter and sweet like dark chocolate.
As his searing hands clutched the small of my back, I wrapped myself in ecstasy. Breaking away from his lips, I searched out the routes of pleasure that lay before me. I wanted my bed to become a cocoon, impassable to all intruders from the outside. A place where Scorpio and Pisces could lay entangled forever, sweaty with eyes rolled back. Satisfied. Content. Happy.
I don’t know if I can quit this drug…


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