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He licks me again, this time more forcefully, his tongue plunging into me as if he’s claiming me, his mouth moving with hunger. And then, as suddenly as he started, he stops, pulling away from me and looking up at me with an intensity that makes my heart leap.

“You have no idea how good you taste,” he murmurs, his mouth glistening with my desire. “How badly I want to drown myself in you.”

I can’t breathe, can’t think. All I can feel is the heat of his body, the way his fingers grip my thighs, and the starvation in his eyes. He parts me with his fingers and watches me closely as he works them in and out of me, trying to savor me in every way.

And, fuck, do I need to be savored. Every bit of me taken and held and enjoyed. A respite from the sorrow, a soul lost to pleasure instead of pain.

He looks at me again, his eyes dark with lust, and then he lowers his face and plunges back in, his tongue darting and licking at my most intimate place. I gasp, my hips bucking upward, urging him to continue. He obliges, his tongue delving deeper. He’s not teasing anymore.

I feel myself start to unravel, the waves of pleasure building higher and higher. My body responds to his touch, my hips bucking wildly, my breaths ragged. I feel as if I’m about to explode, and then, suddenly, I do.

In that moment, everything around me fades away. The only thing that exists is Andor’s tongue, his mouth, his lips, his hands. I feel as if I’m soaring, as if I’ve left my body behind entirely and am floating on some celestial plane. I cry out, my voice a guttural, primal sound that fills the room.

Andor doesn’t stop. He continues to pleasure me, his face buried between my legs, his tongue working its magic until I come again, blindsided. This time it’s impossible to stay quiet and my cry fills the room, his name on my lips like a desperate prayer that’s currently being fulfilled.

“Fuck,” I whimper, the word ragged and choked as my body still bucks against his face, writhing wildly with the overwhelming sensations.

“I could do this all night,” he murmurs against me, his lips brushing my cunt until I can’t bear it anymore. “Eating you, tasting you, until I can’t move my mouth. But I also want to fuck you senseless. Let my cock feel how wet I’ve made you. You don’t mind, do you?”

I barely manage to shake my head, my brain addled by the sheer intensity of the sensations that have taken me over. Andor takes this as consent and wastes no time, rising from between my legs, his eyes aglow with possession as he looks at me.

“Look how fucking pretty you are,” he growls, his voice low and gravelly. He makes a low, satisfied sound and quickly takes his shirt off, yanking down his pants.

I can’t look away. I’m entranced, hypnotized by the pure animal lust that’s taking him over, and as he stands before me, naked and imposing, I can’t help but shiver.

The sight of his muscular body, taut and glistening with a sheen of sweat, is almost too much for me to bear.

Andor prowls over me and leans down, his mouth capturing mine in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep into my mouth, and the salt of my own desire hits my tongue.

My hands grip his shoulders, my fingers digging into his skin as our tongues dance together.

He reaches down for his cock and my legs spread wide for him.

I can feel the warmth of his erection against my thigh, and the thought of what he’s about to do to me sends a bolt of pleasure straight to my core.

He positions himself between my legs, his cock poised at my entrance.

I look up at him, knowing I must look a little wild and desperate myself.

We lock eyes, and for a moment, everything between us seems to shift.

It’s as if all the walls we’ve put up are crumbling, the barriers between our hearts and souls dissolving in the face of this primal connection.

I’ve needed this , I think, running my fingers up over the taut muscles of his arms, to his shoulders. I’ve needed this terribly.

Andor leans down, his mouth capturing mine once more as he pushes into me slowly, inch by inch.

I gasp, my back arching off the bed as the sinful mix of pleasure and pain courses through me, igniting my nerves, almost too much to bear.

His cock fills me, stretching me wide, and I can feel myself being claimed by him in a way that I never thought possible.

He pulls away from the kiss, our eye contact intense as he begins to move.

Any gentleness is now gone. His thrusts are rough and hard, each one sending shock waves of pleasure through me.

My fingers are digging into his shoulders now, and I can feel my own desire swelling, becoming even more wet than before.

“Harder, Andor,” I gasp, my voice thick with lust. “Fuck me harder.”

My command causes heat to flash in his eyes and he complies, his thrusts becoming more frenzied, more intense.

His cock slides in and out of me, each push driving me closer and closer to the edge.

I can feel my orgasm building, a fierce tempest within me that I know will consume me in no time at all.

Andor’s eyes never leave mine, adding to the intensity of our connection, his face twisted with lust and pure possession. He reaches down, his hand finding my clit, and begins to rub it in circular motions. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can feel myself spiraling toward the edge.

“I…going to come,” I gasp, my voice trembling.

Andor continues his assault on my body, his thrusts becoming even more powerful. His fingers find my clit again, and I can feel my orgasm building even faster until it becomes too much to bear.

“Now, Andor,” I beg, my voice hoarse with desire. “Please, I need it now.”

He responds with a savage growl, his cock thrusting into me with renewed vigor. His fingers continue their relentless pace on my clit, and I can feel myself shaking, on the brink of shattering into a million pieces.

I toss my head back, my entire body convulsing as an orgasm like nothing I’ve ever experienced before washes over me, my whole body arching. The rush that washes over me is so intense that my cries of pleasure echo around the room, mingling with Andor’s own hurried grunts.

As the waves of my climax crash over me, Andor’s own release follows close behind and with just as much power, his cock spasming deep within me as he comes with a ferocity that takes my breath away.

He shudders above me, hard muscles straining as it rolls through him, our bodies still joined, our breaths ragged and uneven.

Slowly, we disentangle ourselves from one another, Andor carefully pulling out until I feel a strange hollowness inside from where he just was. Then he lies beside me on the bed, his face reflecting the same mixture of awe and emotion that I feel coursing through me.

“That was—” I stammer, my voice still thick with lust and emotion. I’m near tears, having a hard time processing everything.

He looks at me with a mixture of tenderness and fierce protectiveness.

“I know. I felt it too. That was something we both needed.” He pauses, letting out a deep breath.

“The last time we…I’ve been giving you space and had only hoped I hadn’t lost you.

But I’ve needed you, Brynla. I’ve needed you like nothing else in this world.

We both went through something traumatizing, and I’ve been so afraid we couldn’t find our way back to each other. ”

I look into his eyes, still wide with wonder, and nod.

“I feared the same thing,” I admit quietly. “But I’m still here, somehow. And you’re still here.”

In the midst of our grief and loss, we’ve found something that both connects and comforts us.

It may not replace what we’ve lost but at least he’s shown me some light.

Light that might fade when he leaves this room, the darkness always ready to swoop back in, but something good—something real —all the same.