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Sierra leans in—too close, too much—and I turn my head at the last second, her lips landing softly on my cheek.

She freezes. Her breath catches in her throat, chest rising sharply against mine—and then, frustration.

She exhales—a low, needy sound that’s half moan, half growl, and pulls me tighter against her, like she wants to crawl under my skin, erase the space between us, erase the time.

I slide another finger inside her. Her hips buck forward as she gasps, eyes fluttering shut, hands gripping my shoulders like she’s drawing in everything I’m giving her—and everything I’m not.

Her forehead drops on my neck, her lips trembling against my skin, brushing over it in a way that feels more like pleading than touching.

She’s holding on so tightly, clinging like letting go would break her into pieces neither of us could put back together.

Every inch of her is shaking. Every part of me is burning.

This isn’t about release. It’s about tension. About everything we’ve buried clawing its way back to the surface—unspoken apologies, unanswered questions, unbearable longing.

No kiss. No soft words. Just this perfect friction. A storm held barely in check.

And still, I don’t stop. Because her body in my hands feels like home. Even if her mouth can’t reach mine.

Our hands move in perfect, fevered rhythm—mine inside her and against her clit, hers wrapped tight around my cock—every stroke fanning the inferno burning between us.

My fingers thrust deep inside her, and she tightens around them with desperate urgency, her breath shattering into ragged gasps, each one echoing the wild thunder of our heartbeats.

She’s soaked, blazing, rocking against my hand like her body’s trying to outrun her mind. When her teeth graze my ear, sudden and sharp, a violent shiver tears down my spine, so intense and raw it almost takes my knees out from under me.

And then—it hits.

A tidal wave. Scorching. Unforgiving. Absolute.

The pressure explodes from somewhere deep inside, ripping through nerve and breath and bone. I clench my jaw, squeeze my eyes shut, my body locking up as I come undone—helpless and wild.

She cries out, the sound fractured and low, her whole body convulsing as she clings to me like she’ll fall apart without something to hold. Her nails dig into my skin, grounding herself. Marking me. And I want it—I crave it. Every gasp, every broken moan, every tremble.

Sierra says my name, a whisper that sounds like a prayer and a curse all at once. It cracks through the haze in my mind like lightning. I fall over the edge, lost in a deep storm—my release ripping through me, stealing my breath and setting my veins on fire.

And then we’re collapsing—tangled, breathless, dazed. Foreheads pressed together. Breaths uneven. Silence stretching between us, thick and heavy with everything we didn’t say.

But even now—especially now—I don’t kiss her. I can’t. Her lips hover again closer to mine, parted, aching. She’s waiting. Hoping.

I turn my head and press a kiss to her cheek instead.

She lets out a soft, frustrated breath that feels like it slices right through my ribs. Her arms tighten around me like she’s afraid I’ll slip away the second she lets go.

And God, I wish I could give in. I wish I could lose myself in her mouth, drown in the taste of her, in the way her kiss used to feel like home.

But I don’t.

Because if I kiss her now, I won’t be able to stop. I won’t be able to remember why I’ve kept myself away, why I’ve fought so hard not to give in completely. And I need to remember.

Because this—this fire, this pleasure, this hunger—it doesn’t erase what’s broken. It doesn’t fix what’s bleeding underneath.

I still remember the way she looked at me when she found Elena in my apartment. The suspicion in her eyes. The judgement.

Maybe it was a normal reaction. I know anyone would’ve assumed the worst.

But for me… it wasn’t just a misunderstanding. It was confirmation. That she still doesn’t trust me. That she doesn’t see me as her equal. Not as her partner. Not as her husband.

And that’s not something we can fix with sex. That’s not something we can fuck away.