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Two Months Later: Emily’s POV It's been two months since the incident. My bruises are starting to get healed. Luckily, my husband didn't notice them as we rarely have sex and he is out of town right now. As I'm recovering, a fear is lingering around. He told me we will fuck after I recover. I'm scared, really very scared, what will Clover do if I refuse him again? Will he punish me, AGAIN? What will he do with me , even if I don't refuse him? Can I trust him? Definitely not , after what he did.

I had so many questions to ask but only spoke one. “Do you need to use my life energy to communicate, to function?” They silently looked at each other and looking back at me, nodded their head. “Has the strong emotions that we experienced in the last two days helped?” Nodding their heads quickly again, I began to see what was happening. Strong emotions must generate a lot of energy that they can use to try to communicate. “So sex must be a good one?” They nodded their head again in confirmation. “What emotions are the strongest?”

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Hi, everyone! This is Curvy Writes, and first things first: I need to take a deep, dramatic bow and then just collapse on the nearest couch. Because, people, we did it! I just want to say a massive, soul-hugging, confetti-tossing THANK YOU to every single one of you who has been reading my short story, "In Her Skin." Seriously, from the bottom of my slightly exhausted but extremely grateful heart, thank you. You guys have been the absolute best audience a writer could ask for.

I sat in my car inside the darkened garage, engine off, hands still gripping the steering wheel. The day’s chaos replayed relentlessly in my head. Lena bursting in unannounced, her eyes flashing with betrayal at the sight of me buried deep inside Clare, the tense confrontation, the improvised shared session that had somehow turned into an intense, sweaty tangle of three bodies on the office couch. It had ended well. Both women had left satisfied and calmer. Yet the emotional weight pressed heavily on my chest, a tight knot of stress that refused to ease.

When I hear her sigh, I realize I still haven't answered her, and she's probably getting the wrong idea. "The mate bond makes you have a connection with someone, but it doesn't make you love them. Those are your own feelings." Can I tell her that I love her? When she looks into my eyes, I can't stop myself. "Like the way I love you. It's not from the mate bond; it's because I love you." Sasha's eyes open wide, and I see tears welling in them. Maybe she wasn't ready to hear that yet. When she throws her arms around my neck and cries against me, I don't know what to do other than to hold her.

Only the sound of my voice breaking apart as they took turns in pulling me apart. Time blurred out. The desk rattled softly. The air was thick, heavy with sweat and breath and low, dangerous laughter. Every word that I had written in my fantasy journal all came alive. Every secret thought, every shameful desire—they all gave it flesh. They gave it fire. And I couldn’t stop. I did not even want it to stop. I let go. Completely. And as Ethan kept going, I finally found the storm that I had been wanting for a long time. The wave came over me, crashing wave after wave, leaving me trembling, gasping, crying out their names.

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And I couldn't help but wonder if she fucked herself too while listening to me. “Oh fuck yes…” My strokes were sloppier now as my groans of pleasure filled the office and I gripped the desk tightly. “Fuck Lena, I'm gonna cum… I'm gonna cum for you, princess.” With a loud grunt, my orgasm ripped out of me and cum shot across the room as I collapsed into the chair, a grin forming on my lips when I knew she was listening. I could almost hear her breathing heavily beside the wall.

"You're so hard for me, Liam. Feel how wet I am already? All this teasing, and now I'm ready to take what I want." He bucked again, his hips thrusting up into my hand as I stroked faster. Pre-cum slicked my fingers, making the glide easier and more obscene. His breathing came in ragged gasps, and I could sense how close he was getting, but I slowed my strokes just enough to keep him on the edge. The emotional pull between us felt intense his vulnerability, my control, the way we'd built this tension all evening through quiet glances and now this raw need.