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The sensation of our bodies slapping together, the wetness between us, and the sound of our moans filling the room only drives me wilder. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body tensing and my breath hitching as I prepare to come undone.
He buries his face in my neck, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine as he whispers dirty words in my ear. "You like that, baby? You like the way I make you feel?"
"Yes," I moan, my voice barely audible as I struggle to form words.
He slides a hand between us, his fingers finding my clit and circling it in time with his thrusts. The combination of sensations is almost too much to bear, and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
"Fuck, Delilah, I'm not gonna last much longer," he groans, his voice strained.
"Do it," I gasp, tightening my legs around him as I dig my nails into his back. "I want to feel you come."
He lets out a feral roar as he slams into me one last time, his body tensing as he finds his release. I follow shortly after, my orgasm ripping through me. We cling to each other, our bodies shaking and slick with sweat as we ride out the aftershocks.
As we lay there, panting and spent, he rolls off me, pulling me into his arms. I rest my head on his chest, listening to the sound of his racing heart as it begins to slow down. His fingers trail lazily up and down my spine, sending little shivers through me.
"That was..." I start, unsure how to put what just happened between us into words. Mind-blowing? Earth-shattering? Neither seems to do it justice.
Stylz chuckles, the sound low and rumbling against my cheek. "Yeah. It really was."
We lapse into a comfortable silence, but it's not awkward or strained. There's an intimacy here that goes beyond just the physical—I can feel it in the way he holds me, the way his touch lingers on my skin. Like he's trying to commit every inch of me to memory.
"Can I ask you something?" His voice is quiet, almost hesitant.
I tilt my head back to look at him. "Of course."
He pauses for a beat, like he's searching for the right words. “Would you consider… staying? In Silverpine? Not just for me,” he hurries to add. “But… for you?”
I roll slightly, resting my chin on his chest. “For me?” I consider brushing off the question, reminding him that I’m a tourist here, that this is a fling, but then I stop. Doing that isn’t fair to either of us. Can I really keep denying this?
Stylz stays quiet, letting me gather my thoughts as his fingers continue a soothing rhythm on my back.
“Yes,” I finally say. “I would consider it. I already was considering it, even before I met you. I was questioning my life in the city, wondering if the corporate grind was really what I wanted."
Stylz's brow furrows slightly. "What made you start having doubts?"
"As I've gotten older," I begin, tracing idle patterns on his chest, "I've realized I might have chosen my career for the wrong reasons. The responsible daughter always trying to take care of everyone else. But now that my siblings are going their own way, I can finally examine what I want. And while I like practicing law, I'd rather do it in a way that lets me help people rather than make money for big businesses."
Stylz tucks a stray curl behind my ear, his touch feather-light. "That's important, babe. Being happy, doing something you're passionate about. It matters to me that you find that."
I meet his gaze, my heart fluttering at the genuine concern in his eyes. "What about you? Are you happy?"
He considers for a moment, his fingers idly playing with the ends of my hair. "Like anyone, I've made good choices and bad ones. Following in my grandfather's footsteps as a mountain rescuer? That was one of the good ones."
"And the bad ones?" I prompt gently.
A rueful smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "I had a previous relationship go sour when the woman decided she wanted a 'bigger, better' life in the city. One I couldn't provide for her." His eyes find mine, intense yet vulnerable. "I know now that the woman for me is someone who sees my lifestyle as an adventure, not a limitation. Someone resilient and adaptable, but also passionate and unafraid to go after what she wants."
I nod slowly, feeling the weight of his words. Is that me? The woman he's describing?
Or, could it be?
The very idea is terrifying and liberating all at once.
As I gaze up at this man who somehow manages to be my safe harbor and my wildest temptation all at once, I can't help but wonder—what if Stylz is the key to unlocking the boldest, most vibrant version of myself? The woman who refuses to settle for anything less than the extraordinary?
Maybe it's finally time to stop running from that part of me. To take a risk and see where this fervent connection leads, consequences be damned.
A sudden crack from outside startles me, and I bolt upright, clutching the sheet to my chest. Peering through the frosty window, I gasp. "Stylz, look at this!
