"Even without the magic...even if I were not bound by duty...I would choose you." Her voice trembles slightly as she speaks these words, her heart racing with the truth of them. The admission feels like a vulnerable surrender, exposing her most secret desires to him.
The silence stretches between them, heavy and charged with emotion. Sola's strong, steady breath caresses Abigail's skin as he studies her face, searching for any sign that she regrets her words.
I started shaking my hips again as I stared at her.
Her breath catches in her throat as he begins to move within her once more, his hips sliding against hers in a rhythm that feels both familiar and exhilaratingly new. Her fingers dig into the fabric of the bedding, clinging tightly as pleasure washes over her again. As they come together, their bodies intertwine, becoming one under the weight of desire and need. The world around them falls away, leaving only this moment, this connection, this sacred union between them.