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My other hand finds hers where it clings to the sheets underneath us and laces our fingers together as we move together as one being instead of two separate entities.
She's so responsive underneath me, tightening around my cock at all the right moments and pulling me closer when I need it most. It's as if we were made for each other.
"Please," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. It's just the word I need to push me over the edge.
My fingers dig into her hips as I thrust deeper inside of her, hitting that perfect spot with every stroke. My tongue dives into her mouth again, tasting her sweetness and savoring the way she opens up for me without reservation. She responds by sucking on my lower lip, drawing out a moan of approval from deep within my chest.
Together, we ride out the waves of passion that have been building between us for so long. Her body arches off the bed as she cries out my name once more, and I feel my own walls begin to crumble under the weight of desire.
Every inch of skin that touches hers sizzles with electricity, igniting a fire within me that threatens to consume us both. Her nails dig into my shoulders, drawing thin lines of pleasure and pain as she loses herself in the sensation.
Her mouth finds mine again, even as her hips buck against mine in a primal rhythm. I can feel her walls clamp down around me, squeezing me tight as she experiences the most intense orgasm yet. I follow closely behind, bellowing her name as hot seed fills her up and washes over us both. Our bodies shudder together in unison as climax after climax rocks us both to our cores.
We collapse onto the bed together, panting heavily in each other's arms. The room seems to spin around us for a moment before everything comes back into focus. She looks up at me through lust-filled eyes, her lips swollen from our kisses and her cheeks flushed with excitement.
I run my fingers through her sweat-dampened hair lovingly, marveling at how different—yet familiar—she looks now that we've crossed this threshold together.
CHAPTER 15
Janta
My morning thoughts are filled with waves of blissful satisfaction, combined with the softness and comfort of my bed and sheets that feel splendid. My muscles feel relaxed, tingling with the afterglow of the previous night’s events.
Soft morning light filters through the curtains, a contented smile on my face as memories of last night's passionate encounter with Rayna flood my mind. Turning to face her, I expect to see her beautiful features relaxed in slumber, but instead, I'm met with a rigid expression and distant eyes.
"Good morning," I say tentatively, searching her face for any hint of warmth or affection.
Rayna offers a curt nod in response, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Morning."
A knot of confusion tightens in my stomach at her clipped tone. Just hours ago, we were tangled in each other's arms, our bodies moving in a familiar dance fueled by desire and something deeper, something I've been too afraid to name.
"Is everything okay?" I ask, propping myself up on one elbow.
She doesn't meet my gaze, her eyes fixated on a point across the room. "Everything's fine."
But it's not fine. The coldness radiating from her is palpable, a stark contrast to the passion we shared last night. What the hell happened?
I rack my brain, trying to pinpoint the moment when things shifted. Our argument replays in my mind, the heated words and underlying currents of jealousy and insecurity. Did I say something to push her away? Did I take things too far in the heat of the moment?
Rayna slides out of bed, her movements stiff and guarded. "I'm going to take a shower."
As she disappears into the bathroom, I'm left reeling, my heart aching with confusion and hurt. What happened to the woman who so effortlessly melted my defenses? The one who made me feel truly seen and understood?
I bury my face in my hands, struggling to make sense of this sudden distance. Just when I thought we were on the precipice of something profound, it feels like we've taken a dozen steps back. And I have no idea how to bridge the growing chasm between us.
Hours later, I'm still haunted by the echoes of our argument, replaying every heated exchange, every barbed word that cut a little too deep. Rayna's jealousy had been a surprise, a raw and visceral reaction that hinted at something more profound simmering beneath the surface.
As I dissect the confrontation, a dawning realization settles over me. Her jealousy, her sudden coldness – they're rooted in fear. Fear of being vulnerable, of allowing herself to truly open up and embrace the growing bond between us. A bond I've been fighting against with every fiber of my being, even as it's taken root in the depths of my heart.
Rayna's jealousy is a mirror, reflecting back the feelings I've been desperately trying to ignore – the yearning for connection, the desire for something deeper and more lasting. The realization is both terrifying and exhilarating, a tempest of emotions I'm ill-equipped to navigate.
I close my eyes, remembering the way her body moved against mine last night, the soft gasps and murmured endearments that seemed to carry more weight than simple physical gratification. In those moments, we were bound by an intimacy that transcended the physical, a connection that left me feeling both fulfilled and utterly exposed.
As much as I've tried to resist it, the truth is undeniable – I've developed feelings for Rayna. Feelings that have taken root and blossomed, despite my best efforts to keep them at bay. And now, in the wake of our conflict, I'm forced to confront the depths of my own emotions, to acknowledge the growing bond that terrifies me as much as it enthralls me.
In the wake of my revelations, I find myself seeking refuge in the one constant source of light in my life –Lily. As I scoop her up in my arms, her infectious giggles and bright smile instantly soothe the tumult raging within me.
"There's my little angel," I murmur, nuzzling her soft cheek and breathing in her sweet, baby scent. At this moment, with Lily nestled against me, the world seems to fade away, and all that matters is the pure, unconditional love that flows between us.