Chapter 13 – The Gift
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She was still breathing heavily when it happened. Elena’s skin glowed, flushed and open, her head resting on Milan’s chest. His arm cradled her easily, like they’d done this before. Like she belonged there. I had almost pulled back – silently retreating to the edge of the room again. But her hand stopped me. It came down from his chest, reaching blindly, catching my wrist. “Stay,” she said. Soft and breathless, but clear. I froze. Milan didn’t speak. He just exhaled once through his nose, almost like an approval. Elena turned her head, opened her eyes. Looked directly at me for the first time since it all began. There was something new in her expression. Not just lust. Not just gratitude. There was intent.
She let go of Milan and shifted forward, rising slightly off the couch. Her legs draped over the side, thighs bare, eyes fixed on mine. Then, without a word, she reached forward and touched the side of my face. Her palm was warm. Her thumb traced my cheekbone. I didn’t breathe. “I want you,” she said quietly. I blinked. “Me?” She smiled. “Not like before. Not as who you were. But like this. As you are now.”
I leaned in. Hesitated. She didn’t. She kissed me, ever so soft, deep, present. Not out of pity. But because she meant it. I melted into it. My hands found her waist. Hers tangled in my hair. I felt her body respond, even after all Milan had given her. She was still hungry. But it was a different hunger.
She pulled back and whispered: “Let me give something back.” Then slid to the floor in front of me. My breath caught. “Elena!” – “Shhh,” she whispered, fingers at my waistband. “Don’t speak. Don’t think. Just take.” She undid me slowly, deliberately. Freed me. Then looked up with command. And then she took me in her mouth.
I gasped. Her tongue was soft. Skilled. Reverent. I’d been edged emotionally for so long, it almost overwhelmed me immediately. But she slowed. Controlled. Guided.
Her hands on my thighs, her mouth drawing me in deeper. Her eyes stayed open, watching mine. Not just pleasing me but owning the moment. Milan watched from the couch, silently. Letting her lead.
When I came, it was sudden. Intense. I tried to warn her, but she didn’t stop. She took it, all of it. And when she pulled away, she wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her wrist. Then kissed my lips again, tasting me there. “That,” she whispered, “was mine to give.” I sank to the floor beside her. She curled against me. And only then did Milan speak. “Now it’s balanced.”
I looked at him. He was smiling faintly. Not jealous or dominant. Just… present. Like all three of us were finally in it – together.
TO BE CONTINUED
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