Isolde's POVI closed my eyes and slid my hand down between my thighs.My fingers found my clit first—puffy, throbbing, already slick with my own wetness. I circled it slow, the way Draven used to when he wanted me shaking and begging. The memory hit sharp. His big, rough hands. That low, hungry growl when I soaked his fingers. I pressed harder, rubbing tight little circles until my hips jerked up off the cold seat. The wet sound of my fingers on my clit was soft and filthy.“Fuck you,” I whispered, voice already breathy. “Fuck you for choosing her.”I pushed two fingers inside myself. Tight. Hot. Slick enough that they slid in with a wet, sucking noise. My walls clenched around them immediately. I curled them, hunting for that swollen spot deep inside, and when I found it I rubbed hard in small, firm circles. The pressure made my breath catch. My other hand went straight to my breast, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh, thumb dragging over the nipple until it peaked hard and ached.
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