Chapter 121 Who are we going to kill first?

• Heitor's lips found mine, eager, maddened, seeming to want to swallow me. His tongue was demanding and I tried to keep up with the rhythm and tempo as my body began to relax and at the same time boil.
• It never crossed my mind that sex could relax. Or even desire to happen in the midst of chaos. But at that moment, it felt like having him inside me was essential.
• Heitor was part of what I was today, what I'd been waiting for my whole life, having to go through chaos before finding what belonged to me and was engraved on my tombstone of destiny. Okay, there was a time I thought Bon Jovi might be my other half. I was wrong on this part.