Possessive InLove

Chapter 33: Morning After

Chapter 33: Morning After

Rena's POV

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, gently pulling me from sleep. I stretched lazily, my body sore in ways I hadn't expected. As I shifted under the sheets, a dull ache between my legs reminded me of the night before-our first time. A rush of memories flooded back: the heat, the intensity, the way Filip held me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world.

A smile tugged at my lips, but then I winced, the soreness more pronounced. I wasn't used to this kind of pain, and as much as I cherished every second of what we shared, it was clear my body was adjusting to something new.

I rolled over to find Filip already awake, propped up on his elbow, watching me with that teasing grin of his. His eyes were warm and playful, filled with a spark of mischief that sent a flutter through my stomach.

"Good morning," he murmured, his voice deep and husky. He reached over and gently brushed a strand of hair away from my face.

I smiled back at him, though my body reminded me of the lingering discomfort. "Morning," I whispered, trying to adjust my position under the covers without wincing again.

He caught the movement, his grin widening as he leaned in closer. "Sore, huh?"

I blushed, my cheeks heating at the teasing tone in his voice. "A little," I admitted, biting my lip as I tried to hide the embarrassment. "It's just... you know, my first time."

His eyes softened at my words, and he leaned down to kiss my forehead. "I know," he whispered against my skin, his lips warm and comforting. "And you were amazing."

The sincerity in his voice melted away my embarrassment, but then he pulled back slightly, that teasing glint returning to his eyes. "But, you know... there's only one way to get used to it," he said, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper.

I felt a surge of heat at his words, a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Filip," I warned playfully, trying to push him away as he shifted even closer.

He laughed softly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "What? You don't think I'm serious?" His hand slid under the blanket, fingers brushing lightly against my hip, sending a jolt of sensation through me despite the soreness.

"I'm sore," I protested, but my voice was weak, betraying the effect his touch was having on me.

"And I'll be gentle," he promised, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. His hand moved lower, his fingers drawing lazy circles along my thigh. "But I can't help wanting you. Not after last night."

I bit my lip, the throbbing ache between my legs somehow both a reminder of our passion and an encouragement to explore that fire again. My body was still sore, but the way he touched me, the way his voice wrapped around me, was waking something inside me all over again.

"Filip," I breathed, my protest fading as I gave in to the feeling, the tension between us reigniting.

He shifted above me, his weight gentle but firm as he lowered himself onto me. His mouth found mine, and I melted into the kiss, the soreness forgotten for a moment as I lost myself in the heat of his lips and the way his hands moved so carefully over my body.

"I promise," he murmured between kisses, "we'll take it slow."

I nodded, trusting him completely. Despite the ache, I wanted him too, wanted to feel that connection again, the closeness we had shared.

With every movement, he was careful, his touch soft and unhurried. The pain from earlier was still there, but it faded with each kiss, each stroke of his hands. He moved slowly, making sure I was comfortable, his eyes always watching me to gauge my reactions.

As our bodies moved together, the soreness was replaced with a different kind of heat-one that made me ache for him all over again, but in the best way possible. His name fell from my lips as he brought me to that edge once more, and when we finally reached that peak together, the world blurred in a haze of pleasure and satisfaction.

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Filip's POV

Waking up next to Rena was a feeling I wanted to get used to. The way she looked so peaceful in her sleep, the soft rise and fall of her chest, the way her hair spilled over the pillow-it was all I could do not to reach out and pull her closer.

When she stirred, I watched her carefully, catching the small wince that crossed her face. A knowing grin spread across my lips. I could tell she was feeling it-the aftermath of our first night together.

"Sore, huh?" I teased, unable to resist as she tried to shift without wincing again.

She blushed, her cheeks turning that beautiful shade of pink that made me want to kiss her all over again. "A little," she admitted, biting her lip in that way that drove me crazy.

I couldn't help but lean down and kiss her forehead, feeling that rush of affection for her all over again. "And you were amazing," I whispered, and I meant it. Last night was everything I had dreamed of, and more. The way we connected, the way she gave herself to me-it was unforgettable.

But then, the mischievous side of me couldn't resist. "You know," I started, my voice dropping to a low, teasing tone, "there's only one way to get used to it."

Her eyes widened slightly, and she gave me a half-hearted glare. "Filip," she warned, but I could see the hint of excitement behind it.

I moved closer, my hand slipping under the blanket, finding her soft skin. "What?" I asked innocently, though we both knew exactly what I was doing. "You don't think I'm serious?"

I watched her bite her lip, her breath catching as my fingers traced patterns along her thigh. Her body was still sensitive from the night before, and I loved knowing that I could make her feel this way.

"I'm sore," she said, but there was no real conviction behind it.

"And I'll be gentle," I promised, my lips finding her ear. "But I can't help wanting you. Not after last night."

Her resolve was fading fast, and I could feel it. I moved even closer, my mouth brushing hers in a soft kiss. "Filip," she murmured, but it wasn't a protest anymore.

I shifted over her, careful not to put too much pressure on her. My mouth claimed hers in a slow, deep kiss, and I could feel her melting under me. She wanted this too, no matter how sore she was.

"Slow," I promised again, moving with an agonizing patience. Every touch was deliberate, every movement meant to ease her discomfort and build the pleasure slowly. I wanted to savor this, to make it as sweet and as intense as possible for her.

With each gentle thrust, I watched her eyes flutter closed, her lips parting in soft gasps. The soreness was still there, I could tell, but it was slowly being replaced by something deeper, something more powerful.

When we reached that climax together, it was softer this time, but no less intense. We were still learning each other's bodies, still exploring the depths of our passion, and I knew this was just the beginning.

As we lay there afterward, our breathing still ragged, I couldn't help but grin at her. "See? Told you it'd be worth it."

She laughed softly, her body relaxing into mine. "Okay, you were right. But no more teasing."

I kissed the top of her head, pulling her close. "No promises."

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