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It’s honestly the most beautiful moment I’ve ever had, yet also the most overwhelming, and before I even realise what’s happening, I shatter into tears.
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Her tears. Those wrecked, soul-deep sobs. They’re breaking my stone cold heart.
My Angel’s trauma has ruled her for so long, and I’ve got no fucking doubt it’ll haunt her for years to come. But what we just shared was a massive hurdle for her to overcome, and despite how fucking profound it was, now it’s time for me to help her put all the shattered pieces back together.
Locking my arms tightly around her, I hold her against my chest as she sobs uncontrollably into the crook of my neck.
One of her favourite places onme.
“I-I’m s-sorry,” she stutters, her tears leaving a wet trail over my skin.
I don’t fucking care though. I’d drown in her tears if I knew it would take away her pain.
“No need to apologise,Angel.” I press my lips to her temple, my hands running up and down the cooling skin of her back.
Fuck, seeing her completely naked is something else too.
Not only did it confirm that she unequivocally trusts me, but the sight of her creamy skin, her plump tits, heavy yet impossibly perky, and the way her sensual, womanly curves so perfectly cradle the swell of her child within her pelvis… To me, she’s so fucking exotic. A rare diamond, shimmering like she was cut just for me.
Fuck.
I’m never letting her go.
“I-I d-don’t know w-what’s wrong with m-me.”
Giving her another squeeze, I lift her hips, easing my cock from her vice-like cunt and instantly feeling warm liquid ooze from her, onto my thighs.
I can’t help but inwardly grin.
I love having my cum leaking from her. I hope she doesn’t mind it, because I’m going to be filling her to the fucking brim every moment I can until I have to leave.
But now, she needs my attention. She needs to feel what being cared for is like.
“What we did was a lot, Abs,” I tell her, feeling her shuddering sobs increase. “I guess in a way it’s cathartic for you. The whole experience is likely similar to a sub drop, mixed with the trauma you’ve suffered.”
She slowly eases back, her tear-filled doe eyes piercing mine.
“W-what’s a sub d-drop?”
Using my thumbs, I try to dry away her tears, but more come, like a never ending waterfall.
“Well, it’s a term used in BDSM. In scenes between a Dominant and submissive.” I pause to press my lips to her temple. “It’s not unusual for the submissive to have an emotional break afterwards. After experiencing pain and restraint, the feel-good hormones that flood your brain can crash hard, and the drop can leave a submissive feeling drained… raw. Extremely emotional.”
I press my forehead to hers, my big hands cupping her cheeks as another sob escapes her.
“It’s a psychological response, Angel. And with everything you’ve been through, I’m not at all surprised.” I swipe at her tears with my thumbs again, her flushed cheeks warm under my touch. “But now comes the aftercare.”
Her face softens as I pull back despite the continuous salty drops.
“Is that the part where you clean up the mess you made between my legs?”
A grin splits across my face as I chuckle. “Yeah, Angel. That and a shower. Let me wash you and put you to bed.”
Biting her lip, she nods, her gaze darting to my mouth.
She wants a kiss.
