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My legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper into me, begging, desperate to feel him.
He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me harder onto him, drilling further into me.
I wailed as he took another orgasm from me and caught it on his lips.
Finally, grunting under his breath, he growled as he slammed into me another dozen times, spilling his delicious seed into me, and I took it all, every last drop.
I scraped my nails over his scales and nibbled at his erect nipples.
And he fell into me, holding on tight.
And in that mirror, I saw myself looking back at me, each of us wearing a small smile, and perhaps, not only was I looking into the past, but my past self was looking back at me too.
12
THILLAK
The intoxication of memories had settled over us like a delicate mist.
Each corner of the house was a trigger, pulling us into moments of our shared past.
Isla, lost in her recollections, moved around with a serenity I hadn’t seen before.
It was as if these memories had provided a missing piece to her intricate puzzle.
Watching her glide through the rooms, my mind kept wandering to that time.
She was different, and yet, unmistakably, she was my Isla.
The verdant hue of her skin back then had been the color of fresh spring leaves, vibrant and full of life.
I remembered how that skin felt to the touch — smooth with a slightly cool undertone, like touching a water lily.
Her hair wasn’t hair in the way we understood it now.
It consisted of long, flexible tendrils that moved with a life of their own, reflecting her moods and emotions.
When she was curious, they’d extend and move playfully; when she was relaxed, they’d cascade down like a gentle waterfall.
The sensation of those tendrils wrapping around my fingers, soft and responsive, was one I could still recall vividly.
But it was her face, the bone structure, the arch of her brows, and the depth of her eyes that had remained consistent.
Those were the features I’d fallen in love with over and over again across countless lifetimes.
They transcended species and forms, hinting at the essence of the soul beneath.
The smells of that era were a peculiar blend of sweet and earthy.
With every breath, I could recall the aroma of the herbs she used to brew, the fragrant oils she adorned herself with.
That aroma would cling to our suite, a mix of her essence and the natural fragrances of that time.
Sounds, too, took me back.
The soft rustling of the trees outside our home, the distant calls of birds, the gentle murmurs of water.
But above all, it was the timbre of her laughter that I remembered most, melodious and infectious, making my heart dance every time.
