Meisha sat upright in bed, knees drawn slightly toward her chest beneath the blankets. The morning light filtered through the curtains, soft and golden, warming her skin. Her breathing had steadied, but her heart still fluttered with the remnants of everything she'd felt — the panic, the closeness, the kiss, the way Kaydence had held her like she mattered.
She pressed her fingers to her forehead again, remembering the warmth of his lips there.
Then—
Footsteps.
Slow at first. Then quicker. Heavier.
Two sets.
Her breath caught.
Someone was coming.
She straightened instinctively, wiping her cheeks, smoothing her hair, trying to look less like someone who had cried herself into exhaustion and more like someone ready to face the world.
But her hands trembled anyway.
The footsteps stopped right outside her door.
A soft knock.
Her heart leapt into her throat.
She knew that rhythm. She knew that presence.
Not Kaydence.
Her father.
Meisha's breath shuddered, her fingers curling into the blanket as the door handle turned.
The door opened.
And Daman stood there — older, wearier, eyes already glassy with emotion — staring at the daughter he had not seen in fifteen years.
The footsteps stopped.
Meisha's breath caught in her throat, her fingers tightening around the blanket as the handle turned. She wasn't ready — not truly — but her heart surged forward anyway, pulling her toward the moment she had dreamed of and feared in equal measure.
The door opened slowly.
Daman stood framed in the doorway, the morning light behind him outlining the familiar shape she had held in her memory for so long. His hair was more silver than she remembered. His shoulders carried years she had not been there to witness. But his eyes—
His eyes were exactly the same.
Warm. Worried. Overflowing.
He didn't move at first. He simply stared, as if afraid she might vanish if he blinked.
Meisha's breath trembled. Her throat tightened painfully. She wanted to speak, to call out to him, to say Papa the way she used to — but the word lodged in her chest, too heavy to lift.
Daman took one step inside.
Then another.
His hand rose halfway, shaking, as if reaching for her but unsure if he had the right.
"Meisha…" he whispered, voice breaking on her name.
Her eyes filled instantly. The tears came before she could stop them, spilling down her cheeks in hot, silent streams. She pressed a hand to her mouth, trying to steady herself, but the dam had already cracked.
Daman crossed the room in three strides.
He didn't ask permission. He didn't hesitate. He gathered her into his arms the way a father gathers a child he thought he'd lost forever.
Meisha collapsed into him, sobbing into his shoulder, her fingers gripping the back of his tunic as if anchoring herself to the world.
"I'm here," Daman whispered, voice shaking. "I'm here, my little girl. I'm here."
Fifteen years of fear, longing, guilt, and love poured out of both of them in that embrace.
Kaydence stood quietly in the doorway, watching the reunion he had hoped for — the one he had fought for — unfold.
He didn't speak. He didn't interrupt. He simply let them have this moment.
Kaydence lingered only long enough to make sure Daman had Meisha securely in his arms before stepping back toward the door.
"I'll give you two some privacy," he said quietly. "I'll be right outside if you need anything."
Daman didn't look up at first—he was too busy holding his daughter, rocking her gently the way he used to when she was small. But when he finally lifted his gaze, his eyes were full—red‑rimmed, wet, overflowing with gratitude he couldn't speak aloud.
He mouthed the words thank you.
Kaydence gave a single, respectful nod and eased the door closed, leaving it cracked just enough to hear if either of them called for him.
The room settled into a soft, trembling quiet.
Meisha stayed wrapped in her father's arms, her cheek pressed against his shoulder, her fingers curled into the fabric of his tunic. The tears had stopped, but the weight of everything—the years lost, the pain endured, the freedom finally gained—still pressed against her chest.
Daman held her as if she were a baby again, rocking her gently, his chin resting atop her head. His breath was uneven, but steadying. His hands shook, but they never loosened.
Minutes passed like that.
Slow. Healing. Real.
And then the realization settled in Meisha's heart like a sunrise breaking through fog:
She had won. They had won.
She and her father were no longer under the Hennis family's shadow. No more fear. No more suppression. No more chains.
For the first time in fifteen years, she was safe.
So many thoughts rushed through her mind—questions, confessions, memories, apologies—but with her father's arms around her and Kaydence just outside the door, she felt no urgency. For once, she could breathe without fear of consequence.
Finally, she gathered the courage to speak.
Meisha gently pulled back from the embrace, wiping her cheeks.
"Papa…"
Daman's breath hitched. He moved from the bed to the chair Kaydence had used through the night, needing to see her fully, needing to take her in.
He wiped the remaining tears from his face and smiled softly.
"Yes, my little flame."
Meisha turned toward him, but her gaze dropped to her lap. Her hands clasped tightly together, shame creeping into her posture.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
Daman's brows furrowed.
"For what, little flame?"
Tears welled again, falling into her lap.
"For not heeding Mother's warning about going into the forest. If only I had lis—"
"Stop this talk right now, young lady."
His voice was firm—stern in the way only a father's love could be. He reached out and lifted her chin, guiding her to look at him.
His eyes were steady. Unwavering. Full of a truth she needed to hear.
Daman's fingers were warm beneath Meisha's chin, steadying her trembling face as he guided her eyes back to his. His expression was firm, but not unkind — the kind of sternness born from love, not anger.
Meisha froze, breath catching. Her tears clung to her lashes, ready to fall again.
Daman leaned closer, his voice softening but never wavering.
"You have nothing to apologize for. Not then. Not now. Not ever."
Meisha's lips parted, but no words came out. She had carried that guilt for so long — the belief that her disobedience had doomed her family, that her mother's death and her father's suffering were somehow her fault.
Daman saw the storm in her eyes and shook his head gently.
"You were a child, Meisha. A curious, bright, fearless child. What happened to you was not because you wandered into a forest." His voice thickened with emotion. "It was because wicked people made wicked choices."
Her breath trembled.
"But… if I had listened—"
"No." His tone sharpened again, cutting through her spiraling thoughts. "Do not take the blame that belongs to the Hennis family. They stole your childhood. They stole our years. They stole your mother's peace." His voice cracked. "But they did not steal you."
Meisha's tears finally fell, silent and heavy.
Daman reached out, brushing them away with his thumb.
"You survived, little flame. You endured what no child should ever endure. And you came back to me." His voice softened to a whisper. "That is nothing to apologize for."
Meisha swallowed hard, her chest tightening with a mix of relief and grief.
She leaned forward, resting the side of her face against his hand.
"Papa…"
Daman cupped her cheek fully now, his thumb stroking gently.
"I am proud of you," he said. "More than you will ever know."
Outside the door, Kaydence stood silently, hearing the shift in their voices — the breaking, the healing, the beginning of something long overdue.
He didn't enter. He didn't interrupt. He simply waited, ready to step in when needed, but knowing this moment belonged to them.
Daman kept Meisha's chin lifted, but his expression softened into something heavier — sorrow, guilt, and a truth he had carried alone for far too long.
"If anyone should be apologizing," he said quietly, "it should be me."
Meisha blinked, startled.
Daman exhaled shakily. "I was not strong enough… not after your mother passed. I should have been there for you. I should have protected you. You should have never had to endure what you did with Lord Varrick. You should have never been sent with him in the first place."
Meisha's heart clenched. She shook her head quickly, tears gathering again.
"Papa… I forgive you." Her voice trembled, but her words were steady. "I probably would have gone with him anyway. I wanted to help you. I wanted to help the farm." She swallowed. "And even with everything I went through… the townspeople helped me. The soldiers helped me. I wasn't completely alone."
Daman's jaw tightened. "I'm glad you had help. But it doesn't make up for me not being there to protect you."
Meisha reached out, placing her hand over his.
"We have time now," she whispered. "We can catch up on everything. All of it."
Daman's eyes softened. "Yes. We can."
Outside the door, Kaydence leaned against the wall, arms crossed loosely, listening only enough to know if they were in need of him. His posture was relaxed.
A maid approached, carrying a small tray and a folded cloth. She stopped when she saw him and bowed respectfully.
"Good risings to you, General Kaydence."
He gave her a simple nod. "Good risings. Were you coming to check on the Lady?"
"Yes, General. I was instructed by your mother to see if she had awakened, so she might eat something. The sun is nearing midday."
Kaydence straightened slightly. "The Lady is awake, but she is in a much‑needed reunion with her father. She cannot be disturbed."
The maid nodded. "Understood."
"Inform my mother," he continued, "that I will escort the Lady to midday meal once she is finished visiting with her father."
The maid bowed again and turned to leave, but Kaydence stopped her with a quiet, "One more thing."
She paused.
"Tell my mother the Lady will need suitable clothing for midday meal as well."
Another curt nod. "At once, General."
She hurried off.
Kaydence returned to his quiet vigil.
Daman brushed a strand of hair from Meisha's face.
"You don't have to reveal everything at once," he said gently. "We can take each conversation day by day. Whenever you're ready. I'm here to listen. I want to make up for the years I failed you. I want to be here whenever you need me."
Meisha nodded, her voice soft. "Okay, Papa."
Daman stood and pulled her into another embrace, holding her against his waist.
And then—
Meisha's stomach growled. Loudly.
Loud enough for Daman to hear. Loud enough for Kaydence in the hallway to hear.
Kaydence shook his head with a quiet smile.
Daman let out a warm chuckle. "I'm glad some things haven't changed, my little flame."
Meisha's face flushed. "Papa, don't tease… It's been a while since I've eaten."
A knock sounded at the door, and Kaydence stepped inside.
"Midday meal will be ready soon," he announced.
Meisha saw him — and immediately released her father, turning away in embarrassment.
Daman noticed instantly. His eyes flicked to Kaydence, silently demanding an explanation.
Kaydence blinked, shrugged, and mouthed, I don't know.
But Meisha knew.
Her father — the man she hadn't seen in fifteen years — was in the same room as the man she had almost gone much further with just hours earlier.
The weight of it hit her all at once.
She turned around and dove under the covers.
From beneath the blankets, her muffled voice emerged:
"Papa… may I speak with Kaydence in private?"
Daman raised a brow but nodded. "Of course. I'll see you at midday meal."
He looked between the two of them — long, assessing, fatherly — then walked toward the door.
Kaydence straightened instinctively, posture shifting into that of a commanding general.
He stepped aside to let Daman pass.
But before leaving, Daman paused.
He turned slightly, exhaling deeply.
"Given what I witnessed on the journey here," he said quietly, "I am going to overlook this. Meisha is an adult woman now with her own wants, needs, and desires." His gaze sharpened. "All I ask is that you be careful with my little flame. Continue to do for her what I was unable to. Make her happy. Protect her. She has endured enough pain for a lifetime."
Kaydence bowed deeply. When he rose, his voice was solemn.
"On my honor as the Second Commanding General… I give you my word. Your daughter will be treated with the utmost respect."
Daman placed a hand on Kaydence's shoulder — a gesture of trust, of acceptance — then exited the room.
The door closed softly behind him.
Leaving Kaydence and Meisha alone.
The door clicked softly behind Daman as he left, his footsteps fading down the hall. The room fell into a thick, awkward quiet — the kind that settles when two people are suddenly alone after something almost happened and both of them know it.
Kaydence stood near the door, posture still straight from Daman's presence, but the moment the latch settled, his shoulders eased just a fraction. He exhaled slowly, then turned his attention to the lump of blankets on the bed.
A very embarrassed lump.
He took a few steps closer.
"Meisha…?" he said gently.
The blankets tightened.
Kaydence stopped at the edge of the bed, unsure whether to sit, stand, or retreat entirely. He lifted a hand, hesitated, then let it fall to his side.
"You asked to speak with me," he reminded her softly.
A tiny sound came from under the covers — something between a groan and a whimper.
Kaydence blinked. "Is that… a yes?"
The blankets shifted. Slowly — very slowly — Meisha peeked out, only her eyes visible above the edge of the quilt. Her face was flushed, warm enough to rival the hearth.
Kaydence's lips twitched despite himself.
"I take it you're… embarrassed."
She sank back down immediately.
"That's a yes," he murmured, unable to hide the quiet amusement in his voice.
He sat on the edge of the bed, careful to keep a respectful distance with his back to her. His tone softened.
"Meisha… you don't have to hide from me."
A beat passed.
Then her voice, muffled but earnest:
"I just realized my father was in the same room as the man I almost—"
She cut herself off with a strangled squeak and buried herself again.
Kaydence's ears warmed. He cleared his throat, suddenly very aware of the memory she was referring to.
"Yes… well," he said carefully, "your father didn't seem inclined to… discuss that part."
Meisha peeked out again, mortified. "He knows, doesn't he?"
Kaydence rubbed the back of his neck. "He… suspects. Strongly."
She groaned and covered her face with both hands.
Kaydence shifted his body to turn look at her bringing right leg into a folded position, while his left hung on the side, and tilted his head slightly, his voice dropping to something gentler, steadier.
"Meisha. Look at me."
She hesitated, then lowered her hands just enough to meet his gaze.
His golden eyes were warm, not teasing. Not judging. Just… present.
"What happened earlier," he said quietly, "wasn't something to be ashamed of. And I stopped because I didn't want to take advantage of you."
Meisha blinked, confused. She pushed the covers down to her shoulders and sat up fully.
"Take advantage of me? What do you mean take advantage of me? I verbalized to you I was okay with it."
Kaydence dropped his head, pinched the bridge of his nose, releasing a slow sigh.
"Meisha." He said her name gently, lifting his gaze to meet hers. "You have been in captivity for fifteen years. That is a very large portion of your life stripped away from you."
Meisha drew her knees inward, wrapping her arms around them, resting her chin on top. She kept her eyes on him, listening.
"You have newfound freedom," he continued softly. "You've reunited with your father. Your life is finally your own again." He leaned in more, closing some of the distance between them. "I want you to enjoy this new life — discovering who Meisha is, meeting new people, choosing your own path."
Kaydence continued to explain to her.
"I fear that if we had crossed those bounds… it would change the trajectory of your life before you even had a chance to understand what you truly want." His voice lowered. "I want you to learn to choose you right now."
Her breath caught.
"But," he added, "I don't regret being close to you. Not for a moment."
Her cheeks warmed, color rising.
"And," he continued, "your father asked me to be careful with you. To make you happy. To protect you."
He paused, letting the weight of that promise settle between them.
"And I intend to honor that."
Meisha swallowed, her heart thudding.
"Is there… anything you want to ask me about?"
Meisha sat up straighter, adjusting herself more comfortably in bed. She drew in a breath, steadying herself.
"I do have a question," she said.
Kaydence nodded, composed but attentive. "Ask away."
Meisha hesitated only a heartbeat.
Then:
"Why… did you look more shaken than I did when you pulled away?"
Kaydence's entire posture faltered.
He blinked once. Twice.
Of all the questions she could have asked — about his reasoning, about boundaries, about what he wanted — that was not the one he was prepared for.
"Shaken?" he repeated, voice a touch too controlled.
Meisha tilted her head, studying him with a clarity that made him feel suddenly, uncomfortably seen.
"Yes," she said softly. "You looked… startled. Like you were afraid of something. Or of yourself."
Kaydence's breath caught.
He opened his mouth, closed it, then scrubbed a hand over his jaw — a rare tell that she had struck a nerve.
"Meisha…" he began, but the words didn't come easily.
She waited, patient but unyielding.
Kaydence exhaled slowly, the truth pulling itself out of him whether he liked it or not.
"I wasn't afraid of you," he said. "I was afraid of how much I wanted to keep going."
Meisha's eyes widened.
Kaydence looked away for a moment, gathering himself before meeting her gaze again.
"You were vulnerable. Exhausted. Fresh from a nightmare. And I—" He swallowed. "I nearly forgot all of that because being close to you felt… natural. Too natural."
Meisha's heart thudded.
Kaydence crossed his arms and continued, voice low and honest:
"I pulled away because I didn't trust myself in that moment. Not with how strongly I felt. Not with how easily I could have crossed a line you weren't ready to understand yet."
Her breath hitched — not from fear, but from the weight of his confession.
She hadn't expected that. She hadn't expected him to be the one overwhelmed.
Kaydence looked down at his hands, flexing them once before resting them on the bed.
"You asked why I looked shaken," he said quietly. "It's because I've trained my whole life to control myself. My temper. My instincts. My power. But with you…" He shook his head. "I almost forgot all of it."
Meisha's voice softened. "Kaydence…"
He lifted his gaze, golden eyes steady but vulnerable.
"That's why I stopped," he said. "Not because I didn't want you. But because I wanted you too much."
The room fell into a charged silence — warm, fragile, and impossibly intimate.
Meisha's fingers inched toward his, brushing lightly against the back of his hand.
"Thank you," she whispered. "For telling me the truth."
Kaydence's breath eased, just a little.
"And," she added, "for wanting me enough to be afraid of it."
His eyes widened — just slightly — and for the first time since entering the room, Kaydence looked genuinely, completely caught off guard.
He was still staring at her, the echo of her last words hanging between them like a held breath. Meisha had never seen him look quite like this — not during their journey when getting him to Nichelle, not even when she'd collapsed in his arms.
He looked… unsteady.
Not in fear. Not in regret. But in the way a man looks when someone has just peeled back a layer he didn't expect anyone to notice.
Meisha watched him, her fingers curling slightly against the blanket. She hadn't meant to throw him off balance — not entirely — but the truth had slipped out before she could stop it.
And now he was sitting there, golden eyes wide, breath caught in his chest.
"Meisha…" he finally managed, voice low, almost rough.
She tilted her head, waiting.
He blinked once, as if trying to reset his thoughts, then exhaled slowly.
"You shouldn't say things like that so easily."
Her brows lifted. "Why not?"
"Because," he said, leaning in just a fraction more, "I'm not as composed as you think I am."
Her heart skipped.
Kaydence looked away again, gathering himself, then returned his gaze to hers — steady, honest, and still a little shaken.
"You surprise me," he admitted. "More than anyone ever has."
Meisha felt warmth bloom in her chest, soft and dangerous.
She shifted slightly, her knee brushing his thigh. "Is that… a bad thing?"
Kaydence's jaw tightened — not in anger, but in restraint.
"No," he said quietly. "It's not bad at all."
A beat passed.
Then another.
The air between them thickened, warm and fragile, neither of them quite sure who should speak next.
Meisha swallowed, her voice softer now. "Kaydence… I didn't mean to unsettle you."
"You didn't unsettle me," he said. "You disarmed me."
Her breath caught.
"And I'm still trying to figure out what to do with that."
Kaydence stared up at the ceiling - still recovering from her question — the one that had peeled him open more than he expected.
When his gaze returned to Meisha, she wasn't sitting primly on the bed anymore.
She was bracing herself on her hands and knees, leaning toward him, close enough that he could feel the warmth of her breath brush his cheek. Her hair fell forward over her shoulders, framing her face in soft waves, her eyes bright and unflinching.
Kaydence's breath stopped.
"I do have a second question," she said softly.
Kaydence inhaled, bracing himself. "Go on."
Meisha hesitated only long enough to gather courage.
Then she asked:
"Were you… disappointed when you stopped?"
Kaydence froze.
Not a blink. Not a breath. Not a single muscle moved.
It was as if she had reached into his chest and pressed her hand directly against the truth he'd been trying very hard to keep contained.
"Disappointed?" he echoed, voice low, almost strained.
Meisha nodded, her expression open, vulnerable, and far too honest.
"Yes. You looked… conflicted. Like you wanted to keep going but forced yourself not to. So, I want to know…" Her voice softened to a whisper. "Did stopping hurt you too?"
Kaydence's composure cracked.
Not visibly — not in a dramatic way — but in the subtle, unmistakable shift of a man who had been holding a line too tightly for too long.
He exhaled slowly, eyes closing for a moment before he looked at her again.
"Meisha," he said, and her name came out rougher than he intended, "you have no idea how dangerous that question is."
She blinked. "Dangerous?"
"Yes," he said, leaning in just slightly, his voice dropping. "Because if I answer honestly… you may never look at me the same way again."
Her breath caught. "Then answer honestly."
Kaydence's jaw tightened. His hands curled once on his knees before he forced them to relax.
He held her gaze — steady, unguarded, and burning with a truth he could no longer hide.
"Yes," he said quietly. "Stopping hurt."
Meisha's lips parted.
Kaydence continued, voice low and unfiltered:
"I wanted to keep going. More than I should have. More than I expected to. And pulling away felt like tearing myself out of something I didn't want to leave."
Her heart thudded so hard she felt it in her throat.
Kaydence looked away for a moment, gathering himself, then returned his gaze to hers.
"So, if you're asking whether I was disappointed…" He shook his head once, a humorless breath escaping him. "That word doesn't even begin to cover it."
Meisha's cheeks flushed, her pulse racing.
She hadn't expected that. She hadn't expected him to admit it so plainly.
Kaydence leaned back slightly, trying to reclaim some distance — some control — but his eyes stayed locked on hers.
"Now," he said quietly, "you tell me why you asked."
Kaydence's question lingered in the air:
Meisha's pulse fluttered, but she didn't look away.
She took a breath.
And then she answered.
"Because," she said softly, "I wasn't disappointed."
Kaydence's eyes widened just slightly — a flicker, but unmistakable.
Meisha continued, her voice steady even as her cheeks warmed:
"And I wanted to know if I was the only one who felt… pulled back when it stopped."
Kaydence inhaled sharply, but she didn't give him time to respond.
"I asked because I needed to know if what I felt was real. If it was just fear and exhaustion or…" She swallowed. "Or if it was something between us."
Kaydence's composure wavered — not broken but undeniably shaken.
Meisha pressed on, the honesty spilling out faster than she could filter it:
"And I asked because when you pulled away, I felt—" She hesitated, then forced the truth out. "—I felt like I wanted you to come back."
Kaydence's breath caught.
Meisha looked down at her hands, fingers twisting in the blanket.
"I know I'm supposed to be focusing on myself. I know I'm supposed to be figuring out who I am now. But when you held me…" Her voice softened to a whisper. "I didn't feel broken. I didn't feel lost. I felt… safe."
Kaydence's jaw tightened, his eyes darkening with something he was trying very hard to control.
"And that's why I asked," she finished. "Because I needed to know if I imagined all of that… or if you felt it too."
Silence.
Charged.
Heavy.
Alive.
Kaydence stared at her, stunned, breath uneven, every line of his body taut with the effort of holding himself together.
"Meisha…" he said, voice low, "you don't know what you're doing to me."
She lifted her gaze, meeting his fully.
"Then tell me."
Kaydence exhaled slowly, like a man standing at the edge of something he both feared and wanted.
"I felt it," he said. "Every bit of it."
Her heart thudded.
"And that," he added, "is exactly why I'm trying to be careful."
Meisha leaned in closer, her face now only inches from his.
"Kaydence," she whispered, "what if I don't want you to be careful?"
Kaydence's breath trembled as her words settled between them.
His voice was low, rough around the edges.
"Meisha… is that your wish?" A pause. "Do you truly want me to not be careful with you?"
Meisha didn't flinch. Didn't shy away. She held his gaze with a steadiness that made his pulse stutter.
"Yes," she said softly. "I don't."
Kaydence didn't need to hear another word after she had given him permission.
She hadn't noticed Kaydence's right hand until it gripped the back of her head and pulled her into a deep passionate kiss. She closed her eyes allowing herself to fill the softness of his lips.
He gripped a fistful of her hair holding her in place - shoving his tongue deep into her mouth.
Meisha moaned against him. A heat within her that she didn't understand began to rise.
Kaydence slowly pulled his tongue back from within her mouth, but Meisha began suckling - not letting him retreat. His hand gripped with a fistful of her hair - retreated back - prying her from it.
A soft pop escaped.
Meisha - still on her hands and knees - breathing heavily staring into deeply into his eyes.
Kaydence stared back deep into hers. The intimacy charged between them.
"Lie back on the bed Meisha."
She did as she was instructed.
Meisha watched Kaydence lay on his side next her on the left - cradling his arm under her head - pulling her up against him.
She reveled in his warmth while gazing up into his eyes.
"What are you thinking beautiful?"
Kaydence searched her emotions. Meisha broke the gaze lowering her head, but his index finger cupped her chin guiding her to focus back onto him.
He planted another kiss onto her lips. " Don't shy away now. You started this. What are you thinking?"
A deep exhale escaped from her lips before answering.
"How much I want you to touch me as you did earlier."
He shook his head with a sly smile formed in the corner of his mouth. His hand moved from her chin and slowly crept under tunic gently caressing her skin along the way.
Meisha shuddered under his touch - not breaking eye contact.
"Then I shall oblige your request."
His hand had reached its mark cupping her soft supple mound - massaging from the base to tip pinching her nipple.
She moaned and arched into him with heavy breaths.
Kaydence leaned over to her right side to whisper into her ear.
"Meisha." He called her name. "I will not deflower you today, not now. But I will not leave you in a state of need."
His hand ventured from under her tunic to the hem of her trousers - snaking its way down between her legs - feeling the warm sleek fluid that gathered between her.
"Kay - dence."
Meisha exhaled into his neck, hand clutching tightly against his tunic.
Kaydence traced his tongue to lining of her ear.
"Do you wish for me to stop?"
Meisha shook her head in protest - her hips bucked toward his fingers - beckoning to be entered. Her tongue trailed along his shoulder up to the lobe of his ear - suckling it.
Kaydence barred his fangs with a harsh inhalation. He inserted a finger inside of her.
A small yelp escaped from her lips, but Kaydence didn't stop the slow pump inside of her yoni.
Meisha's chest heaved up and down from the newfound feeling that she was experiencing. She clutched Kaydence's tunic tighter - holding on feeling as if she was going to fall.
Her walls constricted around his finger - pulling him in every time it pulled away.
He pumped faster feeling the fluids build more until they spilled into his hand. He kissed her cheek. He kissed her temple.
His arm cradling the side of her head while he pleasured her.
Kaydence shifted his posture back a bit tasting Meisha's lips once more.
Meisha felt his tongue invade her mouth. Her body flushing with a rising heat - different from what she experienced in her younger years - before the bracelet. This heat felt wanton - licentious - immodest, but with Kaydence she didn't mind it. She craved it.
His finger continued pushing into her - constricting her walls - nearing her to the edge.
Meisha's eyes grew wide with uncertainty. Her hand with a fistful of his tunic. She attempted to break away from the kiss to ask Kaydence to stop but it was lost cause.
His lingua was deep in her mouth and his middle finger deep between her legs pumping relentlessly.
Kaydence felt Meisha wanting to retreat as she was nearing her peak but didn't let her.
"I'm going to finish what you started."
He said to himself.
Her body started to tremble beneath him. Tears of apprehension flowed down her face from fear of what she was experiencing.
And then.
Meisha felt something open within her and a heat pool deep within her belly.
Her body had reached its peak. Her yoni contracting against his finger attempting to pull it deeper.
Meisha muffled a scream against his kiss. Her eyes rolled back satiating in the new experience that she just endured.
Kaydence drew his finger free - removing it from inside her - and gently broke free from the kiss to get glimpse of his hand in the afternoon sunlight.
While she was coming down from her high, Meisha noticed Kaydence with his hand held in the sunlight marveling at it.
Heat flushed to her face with embarrassment. Meisha covered her face.
"My goodness. Kaydence! What are you doing."
He kissed her forehead between her finger with a lighthearted chuckle.
"We're well past being embarrassed. Don't you think?" He raised an eyebrow.
Meisha let out a groan.
"I know I shouldn't be embarrassed about this but I am. I don't know what came over me to behave that way."
Kaydence kissed her forehead again.
"Meisha look at me."
She removed her hands and glanced over at Kaydence who was licking the fingers of the hand that was inside of her.
The feeling of awkwardness had truly enveloped her - watching Kaydence lick her released fluids from his hand.
"Kaydence. Stop that." Meisha turned and buried her face in his chest again.
He wrapped his arms around her holding close against his body.
"If somehow down the line while you are discovering Meisha is," Kaydence took a breath hesitating his next words. "And you find yourself falling in love with someone else. I want you to follow your heart."
Meisha unburied herself from his chest and covered her hand over his mouth. A serious look expressed upon her face.
"Don't speak that into existence." She spoke sternly. "As I expressed earlier to you. I can't explain what came over me but for some reason my body craved you and only you. I choose you. Don't ruin my first experience of intimacy and this moment with talks of doubt."
Kaydence grabbed her wrist and kissed the palm of her hand.
"My apologies Meisha. It shan't happen again."
Meisha gave a curt nod.
"Good."
He kissed her palm again giving it subtle lick. Meisha tried to snatch it away, but Kaydence held a firm - non forceful hold onto it.
"Whatever you are doing to my hand is igniting an unfamiliar feeling within me. Stop that."
Kaydence ceased his antics but not letting go of her hand. He leaned forward putting his face just centimeters away from hers.
"If this crave happens again. It will become familiar within you soon enough." He planted one last kiss. "This is only a preview for when it is my tongue between your legs instead of my finger."
Meisha's was flabbergasted.
"Kay-"
A sharp knock shattered the air.
Both of them froze.