Justin's POV:
In the kitchen's harsh fluorescent light, every detail felt magnified—the damp heat of our bodies mingling with the cool, clinical ambiance of the room. I could taste the salt on her skin, and every labored breath she took filled the space between us with an intensity that bordered on feverish urgency.
I drove into her with a relentless force, the hard impact echoing off the tiled walls. Her cry, raw and unfiltered, only spurred me on further. Each thrust was driven by a desperate need to claim her completely, to drown out all the memories and nightmares that haunted both of us. I felt her body arch into mine, surrendering to the brutal, unyielding rhythm that had overtaken us.
