I was breathless, my chest heaving as Elara's arms wrapped tightly around . Her embrace was warm, a cocoon of safety that made feel utterly protected, cherished, loved. Yet, a pang of guilt twisted in my gut. Just this morning, Bella had done the sothing to that stirred those sa deep feelings in my core.
"I love you, Elara," I murmured softly, my voice barely above a whisper, laced with raw emotion. Her lips found the sensitive skin at the nape of my neck, pressing gentle, lingering kisses there, each one sending a shiver down my spine.
Her hands moved with deliberate care, fingertips tracing slow circles across my chest, igniting a quiet heat beneath my skin.
"I love you more," she breathed against my ear, her voice a sultry whisper that made my heart stutter. I could feel the steady rhythm of her breathing behind , her nipples pressing into my back with each inhale and exhale. The soft weight of her breasts brushed against my spine, a subtle reminder of her closeness, her warmth, as we lay tangled in each other's presence.
I must've been a damn ss in bed, because she picked up on it. I could picture her eyes narrowing as she shifted closer behind , wrapping her arm over my chest.
Her breath was still uneven, warm against my neck. "What's eating at you, baby? Spill it. You were barely making a sound, just staring up at the ceiling like you were sowhere else while I was fucking you."
Shit, of course she'd notice. How could she not? I was her lover, her other half. She could read like an open book. I shifted a bit beside her, feeling the weight of her gaze from behind .
"It's just... I'm stressed as hell with all the howork," I muttered, my voice low. It wasn't a total lie. Ms. Rose had been piling on assignnts like she had a personal vendetta—hundred-page essays, endless research papers, the works.
Elara tilted her head, I can almost picture her smirk as she leaned down, her nose brushing against my head.
"Drop out for , baby. Let it all go. You'd make such a cute little painslut house hubby. Picture it—taking care of the kids we'll have one day, keeping the house spotless, waiting for to co ho and take all that stress out on you." Her voice dipped, teasing, but there was a serious edge to it, like she'd already mapped out our future.
I let out a small, tired laugh, reaching up to grip her arms, my nails dragging lightly across her skin, leaving faint red lines. "Just a bit more ti, Elara. I'll probably drop out at the end of this sester... one month left." My words hung in the air as I tightened my grip on her, grounding myself in the heat of her body against mine.
"I can't wait to see you cradling our little ones, standing there at the front door, your eyes lighting up as I walk up to you. I'll pull you close, kiss you hard, and then drag you to bed to ravage you, claiming more babies from you," Elara whispered, her voice thick with raw hunger.
Her teeth grazed my shoulder, biting down just enough to make whimper under the sharp sting. Damn, I wanted that so badly it ached in my chest—a primal, desperate need. But then Bella's face flashed in my mind again, her shadow lurking in every mont since this morning. Could this even happen now with her tangled up in my life?
There I go again, spiraling over Bella. Fuck. She really did a number on , didn't she? Fucked raw until my head shattered into pieces, leaving a ss of want and confusion.
"Yeah, I'd like that too, Elara. I'd like that a hell of a lot," I murmured, my voice heavy with exhaustion as I sighed, sinking deeper into the sheets. Right now, all I craved was sleep. Bella and whatever ss she brought could wait until tomorrow. I was done fighting my own head for the night.
"Goodnight, Elara," I whispered, my words barely audible as I turned into the pillow.
"Goodnight, Noah," she replied, her tone soft and steady, a quiet anchor in the dark.
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(Bella pov)
I let out a long sigh, still reeling from the whirlwind of emotions. What I did to Noah felt like a fever dream, yet there was this rush of freedom coursing through . Now that he knows how I truly feel, I'm sure he'll co around. He has to love back. I just know it.
"What's got you grinning like that?" My mom's voice cut through my thoughts as she dropped onto the couch next to with a heavy thud. She was sipping on a soda can, which caught off guard.
No beer or whiskey today—maybe she's actually trying to cut back this ti. Her eyes narrowed, scanning my face with that knowing smirk of hers.
I hesitated for a split second, then let it spill. "It's Noah... I, uh, I fucked him at school today." I couldn't bring myself to say the word 'rape.' No, it wasn't that. It was just... intense. Passionate. A kind of love that needed a push.
Mom let out a sharp, barking laugh, nearly spitting out her soda. "Ha! Told ya it was gonna happen sooner or later. Us Haywood’s don't ss around when we want sothin'. We take it. So, what's the deal with that little girlfriend of his? What's her na—Elsa or so crap like that?"
I rolled my eyes, shifting on the couch to face her. "Her na's Elara, Mom. And we're... sharing him." It was a lie, but it rolled off my tongue easily enough. Sounded plausible. I fiddled with the hem of my shirt, avoiding her piercing stare.
Mom let out a raspy chuckle, her soda can crinkling as she squeezed it. "So, when are the babies gonna be poppin' out? I'm expectin' at least three grandkids outta this, y'know." Her grin was wide, teasing, but I could tell she half-ant it.
In my head, I pictured four little ones, each a perfect mix of Noah and —his warm smile, my eyes, a whole squad of mini-us.
I laughed, shaking my head as I leaned back into the couch cushions. "I just got with him, Mom. Give a few months at least before you start planning a nursery." A yawn slipped out, heavy and unstoppable. Damn, I was wiped. The day had drained every ounce of energy from .
"Alright, alright," she said, waving a hand dismissively. "Just treat him nice, yeah? It's what your father would've wanted." Her voice softened just a notch.
I nodded, my eyelids already drooping. "Yeah, I will." My words slurred as I sank deeper into the couch, the world fading out. Before I knew it, sleep pulled under, right there in the living room with Mom still sipping her soda beside .
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Bella (couldn’t get the hair perfect)
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