It didn't end with the abrupt love-making in the kitchen, but it also didn't end with just the bedroom.
Bassena was both excited and intrigued about this. Between the two of them, it had always been clear that he had a higher sexual drive. Zein might initiate things sometimes, but in the end, Bassena would take the reign in their bed.
That morning, however, Zein snatched it completely, before the both of them drowned in a pleasure so intense they just moved by instinct alone. The instinct to tangle with each other, to carve each other's existence, to fill each other's mind with nothing but them.
Honestly, Bassena lost his mind about halfway through, as if he were an animal in a rut. Was it because Zein led him by the collar made of alluring whispers and perverted requests? Perhaps. It felt crazier than their time on the cruise ship, maybe because the pleasure was increased by their bond.
