I can’t hold it in anymore. I’ve been trying—fighting it for so long, but I can’t. Every damn thing I’ve kept inside of me, all the parts of me that I thought were too dark, too raw, too much… I’ve held them back for so long, thinking that maybe if I just stayed still, just kept it under control, it wouldn’t tear me apart. But now—now I see you, and it’s like the floodgates opened.

I want you—no, I need you to understand. This isn’t just about what’s between us physically. This is everything I am. Every dark thought, every secret desire, every twisted part of me I’ve hidden away… all of it is burning up inside, and it’s you who’s igniting it. It’s you who makes me want to throw everything I’ve ever known into the flames and watch it burn.

You make me feel things that are too dangerous to even say out loud. But I can’t keep it inside anymore. I can’t keep pretending that this—this craving, this fire—is just some fleeting thing. It’s not. It’s relentless. It’s this need to be seen, to be consumed by you. I want to show you what it’s like to feel everything I’ve ever kept hidden. I want to let you see every shadow of my soul, every rough edge, every scar, every yearning. I want you to feel the force of it all, to see me in a way no one ever has before—raw, exposed, and burning.

You think you know me? You have no idea. You only see the surface. But beneath all of that—underneath the calm, the control, the facade—I’m a storm. A storm that’s been brewing, waiting for this moment, for you. I want to take everything I’ve buried deep inside me, all that hunger, all that fire, and pour it out, give it to you, if you’ll take it.

It’s not just about what you can give me. It’s about what I want to give you. I want you to feel every inch of me, to experience everything I’ve been holding back… every dark craving, every whispered need. I want to make you understand that there’s no turning back. Once I give you this, once I open myself up to you like this, there’s no coming back from it. I will be yours, completely. And in a way, you’ll be mine too. But it’s not just possession. It’s communion. It’s a kind of surrender—a burning, aching, desperate surrender that I’ve never known before.

And I know you feel it too, don’t you? That pull? That electric tension between us? That hunger, that raw need that’s been simmering just below the surface? I don’t want to deny it any longer. I want to give you all of me. Everything I’ve been keeping locked away. To pour it into you until there’s nothing left but us, together—undone, untamed.

Do you understand? Do you understand what you do to me? What you’ve done to me? You’ve set something loose inside me, something I can’t put back, and I don’t want to. I don’t want to hold back any longer. I want to unleash everything I have inside you—because, with you, it feels like the only thing that matters. It’s the only thing that makes sense.