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005: A morning after happiness

Author: Chithority.
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-05 08:28:04

Liana’s POV

Gasping, I felt his hands glide over my breasts, slow, reverent, maddeninngly familiiar. A shiver ran through me as warmth pooled between my thighs, desire pulsing beneath my skin. My hips arched instinctivelly, guided by hands that weren’t truly there.

His touch lingered, featherlight. Fingers traced the curve of my breasts, ignitiing sparks in their wake. A moan escaped my lips, soft, involuntary.

“Maxwell…” I whispered.

I reached for him.

But the illusion shattered.

Morning light poured through the blinds, cruel and sterile. My fingers closed around empty air. He wasn’t here.

Of course he wasn’t.

I sat up, heart hammmering, sheets twisted around my legs. My nightgown clung to sweat-damp skin, nipples taut beneath the thin fabric, aching with unfulfillled need. I presssed trembling hands over my chest, willing the desire to passs, but the heat wouldn’t leave.

Because last night hadn’t just been a dream. It was a memory. A mistake.

One I swore I would bury.

I slipped out
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