She had lost count of her own orgasms. Fifteen?... Maybe more. Each one had blurred into the next, a single wave of pleasure that never quite receded.
"Lynx," she murmured, her voice barely audible, her consciousness fading. "I’m... I’m so tired."
He held her close, his hand stroking her hair. "Sleep, Aunt Isabel. I’ll be here when you wake up."
She smiled against his chest, her eyes already closing. "Promise?"
"I promise."
Her breathing slowed. Her body went limp in his arms. She was out.
Lynx lay there in the dim light, her body warm against his, her scent filling his lungs. The lamp still burned on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the room.
He looked at her sleeping face. Peaceful. Beautiful. Marked by him in ways no one else would ever see.
He had promised he wouldn’t leave again and he wouldn’t leave again. Not without her.
The lamp still burned. Its amber light traced the curve of Isabel’s shoulder, the spill of her blonde hair across the pillow, the slow rise and fall of her breathing.
She was deep under now limp against him, her lips slightly parted, one hand curled loosely against his chest.
Lynx lay still, her scent overwhelming his senses. Her sinful naked body a feast for his eyes. He isn’t done yet, he didn’t want to sleep.
He was starting to remember every sound she made. Every tremor that ran through her body when he touched her just right.
His hand moved before he decided it sliding from her waist up her side, tracing the dip of her spine, the swell of her hip. Her skin was warm and soft. A little damp still from their exertions.
’Fuck, It’s not enough, I still need to fuck. But she’s out and tired. Hey System dude, can’t you heal her. Heal all sores from her body and her fatigue.
[Sure I can do that. 500 APS points. Just place your hand around her and it’s done]
’Thanks man.’ Lynx used his hand and rubbed her body. Tracing every curve. Faint light came out of his hand and entered her body.
Isabel stirred. A soft sound escaped her throat, not quite awake, not quite asleep. Her body shifted against his, pressing closer.
Lynx’s fingers continued their journey, mapping the landscape of her. He was gentle. Deliberate. His touch was a question she didn’t have to answer yet.
Her breath hitched.
"Lynx...?" Her voice was came out, the fatigue leaving her body slowly, her strength and consciousness coming back.
"I’m here," he murmured.
But his hand didn’t stop. It traced the underside of her breast, feather light, and she shivered.
Her nipple tightened under his touch, and she let out a small, breathy moan.
"Mmm..."
Her eyes fluttered but didn’t open. Her lips curved into a lazy smile.
"You’re not letting me sleep."
"I know." He kissed her forehead. "I can’t help it. You’re too beautiful."
She made a soft sound half laugh, half moan as his fingers found her nipple and rolled it gently between his thumb and forefinger.
Her back arched slightly, pressing into his touch.
"That feels..." She trailed off, her voice dissolving into another moan. Louder and fuller this time.
"Tell me," he whispered against her hair. "Tell me how it feels."
"Goodd~ s-so good." Her hand found his wrist, not to stop him, but to hold him there.
"Don’t stoppp aghnn~"
He didn’t.
His mouth found her neck, pressing slow, open mouthed kisses along the column of her throat. She tilted her head back, giving him more access, and he took it. He sucked her breast, giving both breast the attention they deserved.
"Aghnn~"
Isabel pressed his head harder against her chest. While moaning softly. Her strength suddenly came back and she’s going to make the most of it.
A/N: Yooo this book got it’s first gift. I’m so fucking happy right now. Shoutout to my first gifter ruffneck1zero. Your support means a lot to me man.