ILIANA'S POV
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Drystan slowly crawls onto the bed with his knees, gently laying me down, holding his weight on his elbows before moving it to his hand as he places them beside my head. He's positioned himself in between my legs, his knuckles brushing over my cheeks, "It'll be okay," he breathes, but I'm too overwhelmed with grief to speak. His hand drags down my neck. Just grab my throat and f**k this awful feeling away. His hand runs down my breast, cupping one. My chest rises as I suck in a deep breath. Curling my fingers around his bicep, not even close to having the tips touching, I dig my nails into his toned skin, silently begging for more.
Drystan sees me, and gives me exactly what I want when he reaches down, flicking his fingers in between my folds, euphoria bursting in my che
