THE EXCHANGE IZANA KUROKAWA X Y/N READER

MENDING WHAT WAS BROKEN

Y/n Pov:

I woke up early, groggy and disoriented from a night filled with tears and heartache. The pain in my heart was still fresh, a wound that seemed impossible to heal. As I blinked my eyes open, I saw him staring at me, his intense gaze never wavering. I tried to sit up, to distance myself from him, but he pulled me closer and kissed my cheek gently.

Fury coursed through my veins as I mustered the strength to speak. "How dare you kiss me and act as if nothing happened? After the emotional abuse you put me through yesterday, how can you expect me to forget and forgive so easily?"

He looked at me, his eyes filled with remorse. "You're my wife, can't I kiss my beautiful wife, the mother of my beautiful children?" he muttered, his voice laced with sincerity.

I struggled to break free from his embrace, but his grip was too strong. "Your kisses mean nothing when you sided with your ex-girlfriend over me. I won't be manipulated like this," I spat out angrily.

His face softened, and he begged for my forgiveness. "I'm sorry about yesterday, baby. Please forgive me," he pleaded, leaning in to kiss me again.

"Take your apology and stick it where the sun doesn't shine," I retorted, wriggling out of his tight embrace with no success. His touch became more demanding, groping my ass as he slid my panties aside, his intentions clear.

Tears filled my eyes as a mix of emotions overwhelmed me. I couldn't understand how he could hurt me so deeply and then act as though it never happened. I needed answers. "Why did you take her side, Izana? She's your ex, and I'm your wife, the one who gave birth to your children. Is she more important to you than your own family?" I asked, my voice choked with pain.

He continued his actions, his movements rough and possessive, as he mumbled, "If I love her, I would have told you. Can't you see that, my kitten? It's you I choose, babe."

"Then prove it to me," I gasped between moans, feeling a mix of pleasure and anxiety coursing through my body. "Because right now, all I can think about is that if we weren't married, if I was still your girlfriend, you would choose her over me."

He interrupted my thoughts, his lips crashing against mine. "Let's not talk about her right now, baby. I just want to make love to my wife," he murmured, trying to distract me with his kisses.

My heart ached with vulnerability as his thrusts became harder, and I couldn't help but wonder if he would succumb to his temptations and betray me once again. The fear of being left alone haunted me as I gave in to his touch, his promises of love echoing in my ears. I wanted to believe him, to trust him with every fiber of my being, but the shadow of doubt lurked within me.

In that moment, as our bodies intertwined, I clung to the hope that his words were true. That he would never abandon our family and choose someone else over me. But deep down, the fear remained, a constant reminder that love alone might not be enough to keep us together. Only time would reveal the truth.

Still wrapped in the warmth of our tangled limbs, I shifted slightly to face my husband, Izana. A contented smile played on his lips as he gazed at me with love-filled eyes.

"There's a limit to when I'm allowed to have sex with my wife?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

I chuckled softly, feeling a mixture of satisfaction and sheer exhaustion. "Well, today I have an important meeting. I need to hurry up and finish. We'll resume this later, okay?"

Izana's thrusts became faster, and his kisses grew more urgent. Meeting him halfway, I responded with equal intensity, lost in the electric connection between us. As we reached our climax, the room filled with our mingled moans.