Bella had never been able to take Ross into her mouth before.
It had always felt impossible—too overwhelming, too painful, too much for her to handle.
But a few days ago, she had forced herself to try anyway.
It wasn't out of desire alone—it was jealousy.
A deep, irrational, burning jealousy toward Jenny that gnawed at her pride and self-worth.
The experience had been excruciating.
Her jaw ached, her throat burned, and it felt as if her mouth might split apart from the strain.
Tears had welled in her eyes, and her body had trembled, but she refused to stop.
She pushed through the pain, driven purely by the desperate need to prove something—to herself, to Ross, and to Jenny, even if Jenny wasn't there to see it.
Yet even after enduring that, her cravings did not fade.
Every night, the hunger returned stronger than before.
Her body ached with need, her thoughts spiraled, and she found herself unable to sleep without imagining Ross again.
