My underwear followed my shorts. Which pair had I even worn? I shivered, but inside I was lava. I should stop this. The words rolled around my consciousness but didn’t seem to make any actionable sense. He kicked my legs apart. “Open your eyes.”

I didn’t want to. But I obeyed, my breath seizing in my chest.

He gazed down at me full of desire and wonder and hunger. A hot hand skimmed up my inner thigh and then his long finger slid into me.

“Oh, God,” I groaned, my voice low. It was too much to look into his eyes and see what I wanted to imagine. That this wasn’t just his base human need, but something deeper. He slid his finger out and then back in, his palm flattened and rubbing and oh, so good.

A wave of aching pleasure rolled through me as he did it again. And again. And each time I thought, I’ll stop this now.

He watched my face.

And I watched him right back.

His eyes grew glassy, his lips parted, and his nostrils flared slightly.

Then I answered him. Not in words. No, I didn’t want to stop. My hands fumbled at his shorts. Urgent. When had I decided? Who was I kidding? There was never a question I’d stop. I wanted one more piece of him, even though it would be leaving another piece of my soul behind.

“Oui,” he rasped, and he withdrew his hand from between my legs, helping to shove down his shorts. In moments, he’d lifted me and my legs were wrapped around him. The stone wall bit into my shoulders. It hurt. It distracted from the pain in my chest. And the ache of needing him inside me was stronger. My heart pounded and my eyes burned with unshed tears.

He was hard and silky between my legs, close, but not quite there. The hand wrapped around my waist held me still while his other shoved between the tight fit between our bodies and took his length. He rubbed the tip of his cock through my wetness, sliding along my slit, and then he was there. Poised.

We stilled. My head dropped back carefully against the stone. His eyes glittered back at me in the dark. “Joséphine,” he whispered. And then he shoved forward, and his length filled me, stretched me, completed me.

I cried out.

My back burned against the stone, but the fire between us was stronger. And the pain in my heart screamed, “Yes! You see, you cannot let him go.” I’d wanted a final goodbye, and now I wondered how I could be so crazy to let him so close to my heart again.

“Xavier,” I whimpered. My legs tightened around his waist. My arms clutched him close.

“Oui, that’s it,” he grunted the words, his face now against my neck, his breath hot.