Chapter 268
“You’ve always been beautiful. Since before you fell into that lake, and ever after.”
“Hiic…”
“Then don’t hold it in. Just cry.”
It was a clumsy kind of comfort, but somehow, it reached her more than empty reassurances ever could.
Every time she woke from those long sleeps, she had to smile for the people who looked at her with worry. The pressure to appear fine shattered like a broken mirror.
As she clung to his shoulder, sobbing hard enough for her head to throb, the heavy fear sitting on her chest like a hot stone slowly began to lift.
But the moment she touched Izar’s body, she realized. She needed even more, something raw and unfiltered.
Their breath had grown hot from her crying, and neither could say who moved first. But at some point, their lips touched.
Once they met, the kiss grew slow and deliberate. Far deeper and more consuming than the stolen, guilty kiss they’d once shared while Nova slept nearby.
“Izar…”
His tongue moved smoothly, tracing up from the base of hers, exploring every corner of her mouth with deep, languid pressure.
She had already been crying, so the inside of her mouth was hot and sensitive, his every movement felt achingly vivid.
“Mmph…”
Before she knew it, Freesia had wrapped her arms around his neck, accepting him fully with her whole body.
“More… please…”
She wanted to live.
That desire kindled something long buried, and her dormant longing flared into heat. It spread from her lower belly to every inch of her limbs, pooling deep between her thighs.
She thought the darkness would hide it. But when Izar laid her back on the bed, there was no concealing it anymore.
“Ah!”
“Haah… when did you get this wet?”
His voice lowered as he brushed up her thin chemise to her thighs.
Perhaps her body had become more sensitive. His fingertips had already found the moisture. The damp fabric clung to her skin, outlining everything in intimate detail.
When his hand skimmed her skin, even without full contact, she flinched noticeably.
As his fingers gently brushed along the center of her, Freesia’s body twisted as if scorched by the heat.
“Ah, mnh!”
But neither of them could deny that the sounds from her lips were laced with pleasure.
With only a few strokes, her c******s had already begun to rise through the fabric, small and swollen.
“Ah… ah… nnngh!”
Choked gasps escaped from her throat as her head tipped back.
His hand slipped beneath her underwear and began to move without hesitation. His thumb pressed against the slick bud while his index and middle fingers slowly sank into her.
The moment his fingers entered, her long-untouched, drenched walls trembled with tight spasms.
“Ah… mm, mmnnn…!”
Freesia swallowed back a sob at the deep pressure inside her.
After nearly dying from childbirth and parting from him, she never thought she’d feel something like this again.
But now, being touched by the man who had been both her first and last… There was no way to resist.
Every time his fingers curled or spread inside her, the wet sounds grew louder.
When he brushed that sensitive spot just within her, Freesia shut her teary eyes tightly, gasping helplessly.
“Ahh… ah… ahhh…”
Izar watched her with an almost desperate gaze, like he was burning her every reaction into memory.
It had been so long since he’d seen her like this. Alive, responsive, vividly present.
He had seen her dead so many times in his dreams, never like this. Never with this much warmth.
He wanted to be inside her now.
Not to conquer fear, but to drown her in pleasure.
To leave traces of himself everywhere, on every inch of her blushing skin.
While her body still held warmth.
Driven by that thought, his hands moved faster to remove what little clothing she still wore.
In the soft glow of moonlight and lamplight, her skin glistened, almost unchanged from before she had given birth to their child.
There was only one visible difference: her fuller b*****s, and the now-darkened tips.
When he slipped her n****e between his fingers and gave a gentle twist, Freesia arched up at once.
He traced slow circles over her areola, teasing her with his thumb, sometimes pressing down just hard enough to draw a shiver.
“Ah… ahn…”
“You’re just like before.”
Izar murmured, his voice thick with need, immersed in her response.
“Even when you were carrying Nova… you begged me like this.”
“Mm!”
At the mention of her daughter’s name, a flash of guilt shot through her.
But that didn’t stop the heat flooding through her body, or the way her center pulsed and opened beneath him.
When Izar lowered his head and ran his tongue slowly along one side, a high-pitched gasp tore from her lips, like someone burning with a fever.
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