Slowly by slowly, we collapsed onto her king-sized bed, both of us breathing hard.
Isabella was pressed against my chest, her whole body still trembling like aftershocks from an earthquake. Her face was buried in my neck, and I could feel warm tears against my skin.
Not sad tears.
Relief tears.
The kind that come when something breaks open inside you that's been locked away for years.
Like she'd finally exhaled after a lifetime of holding it in.
"Fuck," she whispered, voice completely wrecked. "I can't... Peter, what did you do to me?"
I wrapped my arms around her tighter, feeling her heartbeat gradually slow against my ribs. Her skin was still burning hot from my touch, and every few seconds another shudder would run through her body as the supernatural sensations continued echoing through her nervous system.
"I just showed you what you deserve," I said quietly, pressing my lips to her hair. "What you should've been getting all along."
