Diabolic
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The leather of the analyst’s couch was cool and slick agat my bare back, a stark contrast to the fevered heat of my skin as his weight settled over me, his professional composure shed like a discarded coat. His fingers, which had so often calmly taken notes, now traced a slow, deliberate path from my collarbone down to the curve of my hip, mapping my shivering response with an intimate knowledge that went beyond any clinical study. The scent of his cologne, usually a distant, clean note in the sterile room, was now a rich, intoxicating cloud as he lowered his face to the hollow of my throat, his breath a warm promise agat my pulse. I arched into him, my own hands finding purchase in the fine wool of his trousers, feeling the powerful tension coiled in his thighs as he pressed closer. The whispered words he murmured into my ear were not of diagnosis or interpretation, but raw, unfiltered confessions that stripped away the last pretense of our therapeutic dynamic. Every movement was a silent language we were finally speaking, a culmination of weeks of charged glances and unspoken questions held within these four walls. His mouth found mine not with hesitation, but with a claiming hunger that dissolved the final boundary between doctor and patient, awakening a desperate, answering need deep within me. The world narrowed to the sound of our ragged breathing and the soft, rhythmic creak of the old leather, a symphony of our mutual surrender. In that moment, there were no more appointments, no more sessions; there was only this primal, exquisite collision, a therapy of a far more ancient and profound kind.
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