Yuna:
His fingers grabbed my fingers and he pushed hard inside me.
He said," I just don't want to be someone else,I want you to see real me..."
".... So this is the original me".
He moved more faster and faster. I moaned, he kiss me take takes my moan in his mouth.
He grabbed my nibbles and pulling it up and grabbed it and biting him.
" ... You.. are such... A dog ethan".
"Really".
He bit me in my neck and make marks on my chest, neck and stomach and everywhere.
He dangerous and cold eyes linger on me. He turned me to my back. It was a different position now.
I feel embarrassed by him looking at me from back. He slapped my ass.
"You look so good Yuna, do you know that you're is so sexy from behind".
He pushed his length even harder.
".. you are going to take every inch of me, ethan".
He is the sexiest man I have seen. His broad shoulders and his muscles.
I'm not afraid of him anymore because I have seen his face having a love for me.
He turned me over and grabbed my legs and wrapped my legs in his waist. He leaned in me.
He moved even faster than faster.
I moaned, he cum inside me.
My breath was unstable.
I see Ethan he was still not tired and his dick was still up.
"You should rest Yuna. You are tired and you are injured too."
I nodded.
She looked at him, a little amused.
"…You're impossible."
"And you're tired."
She didn't argue this time.
Because she was.
Her body was still recovering, even if her heart wanted to ignore it.
Ethan lay back slightly beside her—not too close, but not distant either.
Enough for her to feel him there.
Yuna turned her head toward him.
"…Stay."
"I'm here."
"No," she said softly. "Stay like this."
A small pause.
Then Ethan shifted closer.
Not overwhelming.
Just enough.
Yuna moved slightly, resting her head against his shoulder.
Her hand finding his again.
This time, she didn't hesitate.
"…You didn't leave me," she whispered.
"No."
"You came for me."
"Yes."
She closed her eyes slowly.
"…Then don't go anywhere."
Ethan didn't answer with words.
His hand tightened slightly around hers.
A quiet promise.
Unspoken.
But real.
And as the room settled into silence once more—
Yuna drifted into sleep again.
This time—
Not out of exhaustion.
But out of peace.
Morning came slowly.
Soft sunlight slipped through the curtains, spreading a warm glow across the room. The quiet felt different now—lighter, calmer.
Yuna stirred.
A small movement—
Then she winced.
"…ah…"
Her back ached.
Not sharp pain—but a dull, heavy soreness that made even turning slightly uncomfortable.
She frowned, still half-asleep.
"Why does it… hurt this much…"
She tried to sit up—
Bad idea.
"Aah—!"
She immediately dropped back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling in defeat.
"…Great."
A few seconds later, she heard the door open.
Ethan walked in.
Calm as always.
Carrying a tray.
Breakfast.
His eyes moved to her instantly.
"You're awake."
Yuna turned her head slowly to look at him.
"…Unfortunately."
He raised an eyebrow.
"What happened?"
She gave him a look.
"What happened?" she repeated. "You're asking me that?"
Ethan placed the tray down calmly.
"Yes."
Yuna tried to sit again—
And again failed.
"…I can't even sit properly!"
Ethan watched her struggle for a second.
Then—
A faint smirk appeared on his face.
"Of course."
Her eyes narrowed.
"…Of course?"
"You're still recovering."
"That's not what this is!"
Ethan stepped closer, crossing his arms slightly.
"Then what is it?"
Yuna stared at him.
Then looked away, cheeks slightly flushed.
"…You know exactly what it is."
Ethan's smirk deepened just a little.
"Do I?"
She glared at him.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"Yes."
Blunt.
Honest.
Yuna groaned softly, dropping her head back.
"You're unbelievable…"
Ethan picked up the tray again and sat beside her.
"Sit up."
"I can't."
"You can."
"I can't," she insisted, pouting slightly.
Ethan sighed quietly.
Then reached out—
His arm sliding behind her back, lifting her gently.
Yuna tensed for a second.
"…Careful…"
"I am."
He adjusted the pillows behind her, supporting her properly this time.
Once she was settled—
She exhaled.
"…Okay, that's better."
Ethan handed her the tray.
"Eat."
She looked at the food.
Then at him.
"…You made this again?"
"Yes."
A small smile appeared despite her discomfort.
"…You're spoiling me."
"No."
"You are."
He didn't argue.
Because he knew.
---
Yuna took a bite slowly.
Her movements still a bit stiff.
Ethan watched her quietly.
After a moment—
He said,
"You're slow."
She froze mid-bite.
"…Excuse me?"
"You're moving slower than usual."
She narrowed her eyes.
"I'm in pain."
"From what?"
Yuna stared at him in disbelief.
"…Ethan."
"Yes?"
"You're the reason."
A pause.
Then—
Ethan leaned back slightly.
"And?"
Her jaw dropped.
"And?!"
"That's expected."
She blinked.
"…Expected?"
"Yes."
Yuna stared at him for a long second.
Then shook her head slowly.
"You're seriously impossible."
Ethan's gaze stayed on her.
Calm.
Then he added, almost casually—
"This isn't even my full strength."
Yuna choked slightly on her food.
"WHAT?!"
Ethan didn't even flinch.
"You're already this tired."
She hit his arm lightly.
"Stop talking!"
"I'm just stating facts."
"No, you're teasing me!"
"Yes."
She groaned again, covering her face with one hand.
"I regret everything…"
Ethan's lips curved slightly.
"Do you?"
She peeked at him through her fingers.
"…No."
A small silence.
Then she added softly,
"But I'm still blaming you."
"Blame me."
"I will."
---
After a few more bites, she slowed down again.
Ethan noticed.
"Finish it."
"I'm trying."
"You're stopping."
"I'm tired," she complained.
"You just woke up."
"And I'm already tired!"
Ethan shook his head slightly.
"Unbelievable."
"You're the one who caused this!"
He didn't deny it.
Which only made her more annoyed.
---
After she finished eating, Ethan handed her water and her medicine.
"Take this."
She made a face again.
"I still don't like these."
"You still need them."
She sighed.
"You don't change, do you?"
"No."
She took the medicine anyway.
---
After that, she leaned back carefully.
Her body relaxing slowly again.
Ethan adjusted the blanket over her.
"Rest."
"You're saying that again…"
"Yes."
She looked at him.
"…Will you stay?"
"I'm not leaving."
She smiled softly.
Then—
After a small pause—
She said quietly,
"…Next time… warn me."
Ethan raised an eyebrow.
"About what?"
She looked away, embarrassed.
"…About your 'not full strength'."
For a second—
Ethan actually looked amused.
"I will."
She sighed.
"Liar."
"Probably."
---
Yuna closed her eyes slowly.
Her hand reaching out again—
Finding his.
Holding it.
"…Still hurts," she murmured.
"It will pass."
"…You better take responsibility."
"I already am."
Her lips curved slightly.
"…Good."
And as she rested again—
Despite the soreness—
Despite the teasing—
She felt something stronger than all of it.
Comfort.
Because he was still there.