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“What’s that?” Her eyes are wide, her lips parted, and I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.

“That you’ll do the same for me.”

I watch as her throat bobs with the weight of her decision. She sniffs one final time, swiping away the tears with the back of her hand. Isabella gives me a squeeze, and that little touch holds the promise of so much more. “I’ll try.”

And just like that, something shifts between us. There’s still so much work to be done. Still so much baggage to unpack. But the icy outer shell cracks at last, and I feel myself aching for her all over again.

Apparently I’m not the only one, because she lets out a low, breathy sigh while pawing at my chest. “Orri, I’m sorry, I know it’s not the time, but…” She looks up at me, sweat beading on her forehead and eyes wide with need. “It’s coming again, the heat, and I don’t think I can…”

“Shhh. There’s nothing to apologize for.” I cut her off with a kiss and lay her out on the couch. It had hurt me to hear her cry the last time. This time, I’m going to do this right.

GIFT

ORRI

The uncertainty still lingers in the back of my mind. The fear and guilt that maybe I’m making a mistake. That it wasn’t supposed to be like this. But as I spread Isabella out on the cushions and peel each layer of blankets away from her trembling body, all I can focus on are her soft sighs and needful whines.

Fuck. And here I thought the last time it was hard to control myself.

If anything, she’s even more needy this time, the initial resistance having worn off. Neither of us wants to drag emotions into this, but our bodies mesh so well together, and after sharing a moment like that, it only seems right. I press more kisses to her lips and face before moving to her ears and down to her neck.

She makes the most delicious squeal and jerks against me, the friction of our skin ramping my pleasure up even further. She has to know what she’s doing to me. Well, I’m going to give it back to her in turn. Plus interest.

Isabella lets out a long, shuddered moan, using the back of one hand to cover her face. Gently, I take her hand in mine and pull it away. “There’s no need to hide,” I say. “I’m right here.”

“I know,” Isabella whispers, “it’s just…”

“Shhh…” I whisper back, bringing her hand up to my lips. “There’s no shame in how you are feeling right now. No dishonor. This is simply a part of who you are, and by honoring that, you’re honoring all those who have come before you. Even Bjornick.” A low, soothing rumble echoes out from deep within my chest, and I hope she can feel it. “Even Zannah.”

Her eyes shine with emotion, and her hand relaxes, dropping to the pillows beside her head. With an even deeper blush, she nods her head, and pulls me in for another kiss. The need is so strong that I can barely control myself, but I hold back as long as I can. I want to savor this moment.

“I want you,” she says between kisses, and I almost groan at the words. Instead, I get on my knees, pull her hips into the air, and let my lips take over, my tongue and teeth soon finding the sensitive skin of her thighs.

I can feel her breathing grow more and more ragged. With every kiss, nibble, and lick, I draw closer to the place she needs me most.

"P-please," Isabella pants, making my raging cock even more rock-hard.

"Hmm. This?" And with that, I bury my face between her legs. My long tongue swipes around and across her sensitive bud and her back arches off the couch with a cry. I can’t help but let out a little chuckle. “Or this?” I dip my face lower to plunge into her wet cunt.

Fuck, I forgot how good she tastes. It’s like the finest, duskiest wine laced with pure sin. I lick and taste every inch of her, groaning in delight as her slick fills my mouth.

Isabella’s whimpers of pleasure fill the air, as well as her scent, her arousal, her need. I can’t hold myself back any more. Diving back in with gusto, I use my hands to spread her, licking, sucking, and fucking her until she cries out in orgasm.

With Isabella panting and trembling around my fingers and tongue, everything else from my past fades into the background. There’s only me and her, and the sweet scent of her heat infusing everything.

Her breasts bob with every touch. Her skin flushes the prettiest shade of pink, and her moans — I could listen to them all day. I try to commit each curve to memory. To fix into my brain the way she says my name, or the blissful radiance she exudes when reaching that ultimate peak. Because no matter how fun this might be for now, that’s all it’s ever going to be.

For now.

Two hurt souls finding solace in one another.

For now.

I bring her close again and again, drawing back before we reach that peak. I can’t help myself, her twitches and bucks against me are just so cute. So needy.

Somine.

“Please,” she’s panting, sweat rolling off her forehead. “Please, Orri. Please…”

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