She delved into his mind. A tornado of thoughts, flashing too rapidly to be processed. And pleasure. So, so much pleasure. He could barely stand it too. That’s it, come inside me. My possessive little whore. Deeper. The thought of her jealousy was driving him insane. Somewhere in a distant world, the brand on her lower back burned, pulling them closer and closer together. Perfect. Mine. Forever. Fuck. I can’t take it anymore. Harder. Faster. Which of them were her own thoughts? She couldn’t say and didn’t care. She allowed herself to be swept up in the tornado of pleasure, letting go of everything that tied her to her own self. The world disappeared, the universe, life, death, her awareness. It was just the two of them, in an infinite void, becoming one... Words were meaningless. Or they hadn’t been invented yet. Euphoria, ecstasy, bliss. Floating in endless nothingness. The only thing that kept her tethered to existence was him. A continuous explosion. Tying their two souls together. Forever and ever and ever.