Beyond the Limits [Her Side]

It wasn’t about control anymore. Not with him. Somewhere along the way, I realized I didn’t have to hold everything together. With him, I could let go, unravel, and fall without fear of being caught—or hitting the ground.

I never thought I’d find this side of myself, this wild, electric part of me that I kept locked away for so long. I always prided myself on being composed, in control, the one who had it all figured out. But he changed all of that. He didn’t just see the sharp edges or the guarded walls; he saw everything—every crack, every unspoken longing—and still pulled me closer.

And oh, how he unraveled me.

I never thought I’d crave like this, feel this gnawing, aching hunger that starts in my mind and burns all the way through me. When I get like this, I’m not sweet, I’m not careful—I’m reckless and raw, bad in the best way. With him, it’s not just lust; it’s a firestorm, and I want to lose myself in it.

He unlocked things in me I didn’t even know existed—desires I didn’t think I was capable of. I used to laugh at the idea of giving in completely, of letting go of the control I clung to so tightly. But with him, it’s different. He makes me feel safe enough to fall apart, bold enough to push past the limits I thought I had.

When I’m with him, I’m a storm. My thoughts race, my skin hums, my body pulses with this primal need I don’t even bother hiding. It’s not just about wanting him; it’s about claiming him, consuming him, losing myself in him. And he takes it all, matching me stride for stride, heat for heat, like he’s been waiting for someone like me all along.

And yet, there’s more to it than the fire. Beneath it all, there’s a tenderness that scares me even more. The way he looks at me—like he sees every part of me and still wants more. The way his touch quiets the noise in my head, grounding me in a way nothing else ever has. It’s terrifying and intoxicating all at once.

Tonight was no different. The air was heavy with tension, the kind you could almost taste. I felt it buzzing under my skin, that insatiable need building with every glance, every accidental brush of his fingers. By the time we were alone, I wasn’t just hungry—I was ravenous.

“Do you really want to know what I’m thinking?” His voice was low, teasing, but there was something darker in his eyes, something dangerous.

I smirked, leaning closer, letting my fingers trail over his chest. My pulse was hammering, but I didn’t care. “Always.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just stared at me like he was debating how much to give. And then, just as the silence stretched too thin, he leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear.

And he whispered—

P.S. They say you can’t tame fire, but I’ve never wanted to be tamed. Not by anyone else, at least. With him, though? I’d burn brighter, hotter—until nothing else mattered but us.