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My mind is too occupied, my heart too heavy. Isaac's revelation felt like it shattered my heart completely. Every word he spoke clung to my chest like a weight. I want to comfort him, to erase the painful memories that haunt his mind and heart. He had suffered for too long, and now, all I wanted was to be the balm that would heal those wounds.

Without thinking, I closed the space between us and pressed my lips softly against his. My eyes fluttered shut as I kissed him, hoping that in this silent gesture, he would feel the depths of my understanding, my promise that I was here for him.

For a brief second, he froze, as if surprised, but then I felt him relax, responding to the kiss. Our lips soon moved more passionately, a hunger growing between us. The desperation in our kiss was undeniable, as if we were both trying to drown out the pain. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck, shifting my position so that I was now straddling him. My heart pounded wildly in my chest, and the intensity of the moment made my body burn with desire. A soft moan escaped my lips when he gently bit my lower lip, pulling me deeper into the kiss. His warm tongue slid into my mouth, exploring, tasting, drawing me further into the haze of pleasure.

I felt his arms wrap tightly around me, pulling me even closer, pressing my body against his. His embrace was strong, possessive, and it sent a wave of heat through me. I was getting lost in the warmth of his body, in the intoxicating rhythm of his lips against mine. His kisses became more urgent, more demanding. I closed my eyes as his lips trailed from my jaw to the sensitive skin of my neck. His tongue flicked over my pulse, followed by the gentle suction of his lips as he kissed and sucked the delicate skin. The sensation sent a shiver down my spine, making me arch into him. His mouth felt hot against my neck, leaving me breathless, and my body only became more aroused by the second. His hand moved to my chest, cupping my breast, and I let out a soft moan, biting my lip to stifle the sound, but I couldn't stop the pleasure that surged through me.

His fingers deftly untied the ribbon of my dress at the back, and as the fabric loosened, it slowly slid down my shoulders. His lips continued their descent, tracing hot kisses from my collarbone to the top of my breasts, while his hands guided the dress down further.

My breath hitched as the cool air brushed over my exposed skin, contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from our bodies. My mouth fell open when I felt his lips encircle my nipple, a sudden jolt of electricity coursing through me. His tongue flicked over the sensitive peak, sending a shock of pleasure through my body. I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair as he sucked gently, then with more intensity, his lips warm and wet against my skin. The sensation was overwhelming, the tension in my body mounting as I became more lost in the moment. I couldn’t stop myself anymore, couldn’t think about anything but the burning desire I felt for him. "Isaac..." I breathed his name, barely more than a whisper, as he continued to lavish attention on my breast, his tongue teasing, his lips pulling me deeper into a haze of lust.

His hands were everywhere, exploring, touching. I felt his fingers slip under my skirt, grazing my thighs, squeezing gently. My body responded instinctively, moving against him. The friction sent waves of pleasure shooting through me, and I couldn’t stop myself from grinding against his lap. I could feel his hardness beneath me, pressing insistently through his pants. "W-wife, don't..." he murmured against my chest, his voice hoarse and thick with desire. His breath was ragged, his restraint evident in the way his body trembled slightly. "I might lose control here," he added, his voice strained as if he was fighting an internal battle to stop himself. But I was already too far gone. My mind didn’t register his words, or maybe it did, but I chose to ignore them. My body was moving on its own, and I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t want to stop it.

He groaned softly, the sound vibrating through his chest, as his hand moved to the back of my neck, pulling me down for another kiss. This time, the kiss was fiercer, more desperate. It was as if all his self-control was slipping away. His lips moved against mine with an urgency that sent shivers down my spine. I kissed him back just as hungrily, matching the intensity of his movements. His hands gripped my breasts, squeezing them firmly, pulling more moans from my throat.

He lifted me slightly, just enough to pull my dress completely off. In one swift motion, he tossed it behind us, leaving me bare in his arms. His lips returned to my chest, his mouth hot and eager as he kissed and sucked at my nipples, alternating between them. His movements were driving me wild. Slowly, he laid me down onto the soft fabric of my discarded dress, the cold ground beneath us contrasting with the heat between our bodies. I gasped when I felt him lay me down, my body completely exposed to him.

He pulled back just slightly, kneeling above me, his eyes locking onto mine. The intensity in his gaze made my heart race even faster. In his eyes, I saw everything—desire, longing, adoration, and an unmistakable lust. Slowly, deliberately, he began to unbutton his shirt, his fingers moving methodically, his eyes never leaving mine. The way he stared at me, the hunger in his gaze, made my pulse quicken, and I felt my body react. I bit my lip, trying to steady my breathing, but the sensation was overwhelming.

Finally, when his shirt fell away, revealing his toned, muscular chest, I couldn’t help but stare. My breath hitched as I took in the sight of him—his broad shoulders, his perfectly sculpted body. I had always known he was strong, but seeing him like this, so raw, so vulnerable yet so commanding, made my head spin. Damn, he was perfect. His messy hair added to his wild charm, making him even more irresistible.

I swallowed hard as he lowered himself slowly onto me. "Tell me when to stop, wife," he whispered, his voice gentle but thick with desire. I pressed my lips together, my heart racing in my chest. Could I really do that? Damn, I think this isn’t comfort at all—it’s ‘comflirt.’

But who cares? He is my husband. My husband.

Suddenly, I pulled him down, crashing my lips against his in a hungry kiss. "Don’t you dare stop, husband," I warned through our kiss, my voice serious and low. I could feel him smile against my lips, and in the next moment, he took my wrists and pinned them above my head. His kiss grew more fervent, his lips claiming mine with such intensity that it made me groan softly into his mouth. He pressed his body against mine, the heat of his skin like a flame, igniting every nerve in my body. I could feel the raw power of him, and it was intoxicating.

His lips began to travel down the length of my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. A shiver ran down my spine as his mouth explored my neck, my collarbone, and lower still. I bit my lip hard, trying to stifle the moans rising from my throat as his lips reached my stomach, then moved lower, stopping just above my most sensitive spot.

I glanced down at him, and our eyes met—his were burning with a fiery intensity that made my breath hitch. My heart raced as I watched him, and then I gasped when I felt the first slow, deliberate stroke of his tongue against my core. The sensation sent a jolt through my entire body, making me arch off the bed. "Sweet," I heard him murmur, his voice dark and sinful, sending even more shivers through me.

“Ohh…” I moaned, my mind spinning as he ravished me, his tongue teasing and caressing my most sensitive area. He licked me as if savoring every moment, as though he were tasting something delicious. The way he suckled on my clit made me completely lose control. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as waves of pleasure coursed through me. “Isaac!” I screamed his name, unable to hold back anymore.

My legs instinctively tried to close around him, the intensity of the pleasure too much to bear. But Isaac quickly stopped me, his strong hands keeping my thighs spread. "Spread your thighs wider, wife," he commanded, his voice rough, thick with desire. It wasn’t a request—it was a demand, and the authority in his tone sent a thrill through me. I obeyed, parting my legs even further, giving him full access to my body.

He wasted no time, lowering his head again and resuming his ministrations, his mouth relentless against me. The pleasure built higher and higher, like a tidal wave I couldn’t stop. My body moved on its own, my hips grinding against his face, my mind too far gone to think of anything else. My hands clutched desperately at his hair, pulling, while my head tossed from side to side. I was completely lost, overwhelmed by the intense sensations flooding my body.

Every nerve was on fire, every muscle trembling as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge. I felt like I was losing my mind, and I didn’t care. I moaned and whimpered, his name spilling from my lips over and over as I felt the pleasure build to a breaking point.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he pulled away, leaving my body throbbing and aching for more. I gasped, trying to catch my breath, still reeling from the overwhelming pleasure. Damn, the way his mouth felt against me... it was almost too much. It was perfection.

I heard the sound of his belt being undone, and my eyes instinctively darted toward it. My breath caught in my throat when I saw the size and thickness of his manhood—it was long, hard, and throbbing with desire.

I gasped as he immediately positioned himself above me, his lips brushing against my ear. "On top of me, wife," he whispered, his voice dripping with seduction, "Ravage me until nothing remains but the echo of your name on my lips." The moment the words left his mouth, I was startled as he grabbed me, and in a swift movement, he flipped us over, switching our positions.

Now, I was on top of him. My eyes widened in surprise. Damn, that was fast.

I swallowed hard, pressing my lips together, feeling a surge of nervous excitement as he gazed up at me, as if I were the most beautiful woman in the world. His stare alone was enough to send waves of desire coursing through my body again. They say it’s better for a woman to be on top for her first time—that way, she can control the movements.

With trembling hands, I reached down to touch his length. My breath hitched the moment I felt it pulse under my palm. It was so large, almost too big for my hand. I stroked it hesitantly, and the sound of his deep moan filled the air. I looked at him. His eyes were closed, his jaw clenched, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. His breathing grew heavier. I continued to stroke him, eliciting another groan, and the sound of it was like music to my ears.

I lifted my hips slightly, trying to prepare myself. I took a deep breath, trying to relax, as I slowly lowered myself onto his manhood. The moment he entered me, I winced—there was a sharp sting of pain, so I stopped, trying to collect myself again. I glanced down at him, and our eyes met. His jaw was tight, his gaze burning with desire. The light of the moon illuminated his face, making every emotion etched on his features clearer to me.

I bit my lip as I tried to push him deeper, the pain intensifying with every inch. "A-are you okay, wife?" he asked, his voice strained. My eyes widened as I felt him grow even harder inside me when he spoke. "D-don't talk," I managed to say, struggling to keep my composure.

Tears pricked my eyes as the pain became almost unbearable. In desperation to get it over with, I pushed him in all the way. "Wife!" he shouted, immediately sitting up to check on me. I froze, feeling like my entire body had been torn apart. Without thinking, I buried my face in his shoulder and began to sob. "It hurts," I whimpered.

He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close, and gently rubbed my back in an attempt to comfort me. His touch soothed me, and after a few moments, I felt my body start to adjust to his size.

I pulled back slightly and looked into his eyes. "It's gone," I said, my voice barely a whisper. He gazed at me, concern still etched on his face. "Do you want to stop, wife?" he asked softly, his tone filled with genuine care. I shook my head, determined to continue.

As I slowly started to move, a wave of pleasure surged through my body, causing us to become one in perfect harmony. I felt as though I was drowning in the overwhelming sensation, unable to surface. Our moans filled the cool night air, blending with the sounds of the rustling wind and the stillness around us. Every motion I made sent me spiraling deeper into the pleasure, lifting me higher as if I were floating.

The sound of my name, echoing from his lips, only heightened the intensity of the moment. Hearing him call out for me made me feel powerful—like I held all the control. I could see every emotion written across his face—his pleasure, his desire, his need—and it satisfied me to no end.

If I were to ever leave this world, this moment would be one I’d never forget. I would treasure this memory forever. Perhaps love wasn’t so bad after all.

A/N: Accked hotHAHAHA comflirt for IsaacTvT