Silent love

Chapter 42

On the previous chapter...

We both came, together. It was too much and not enough, a rush of heat and need that left me reeling. She broke first, her body trembling, shuddering with the release as she gasped against my neck, pulling me down with her like she couldn't let go.

I followed, a groan tearing from my throat as the world tilted, and I felt myself unravel in a way I hadn't expected. My whole body shook with the force of it.

I didn't move at first.

Just kept my forehead against hers.

Our bodies still tangled, hearts racing. Her hand moved up into my hair again, fingers brushing the back of my neck like she could anchor me there.

I kissed her once more.

This time slow, like a promise.

I stayed close. Still inside her. Our skin stuck together from sweat, and heat, and something I didn't have a name for.

Her fingers brushed through my hair again, slower this time.

Then she asked, voice soft against my ear. "You're not a virgin?"

I huffed a laugh, barely a breath. Shook my head against her shoulder.

Yeah she is not going to let this go.

"That's a story for another time".

   ʚ YAQUELINE'S POV ɞ

The room smelled like him. Like sweat, and heat, and something quieter beneath it like clean linen, worn leather, a hint of whatever cologne clung to the inside of his collar.

The sheets were twisted beneath us.

My body sore in places I hadn't realized could ache in ways that didn't hurt.

My thighs were still trembling.

He was asleep now. Or maybe not. Maybe just pretending.

His face was buried in the crook of my neck, arm heavy over my waist, like he didn't know how to let go.

And maybe he didn't

The sun had fully risen. Pale light washed over everything, softening the sharp edges of the night before. It made his features look less haunted.

More young.
Or maybe that was just the first time I'd seen him like this.

Unguarded.

Human.

I traced a fingertip along the line of his shoulder, the curve of his spine under the sheet.

He didn't flinch. Didn't pull away.

He'd stayed and kissed me like he'd needed it more than air. Like I wasn't a mistake he'd regret in the morning.

I closed my eyes for a second, remembering the way he'd looked at me when I touched him, like it was foreign, like he didn't know what to do with being wanted.

But he hadn't stopped me. He'd let me see it all.

The restraint. The hunger. The care.

And fuck, the way he touched me. Not like I was fragile. Not like I was just another body. But like I was something he didn't think he deserved.

Something he'd burn for, if I asked him to.

I shifted a little, feeling him stir behind me."Are you awake?" I whispered.
"Yeah". His voice was deep and raspy.