NORA.
The two days had been a blur of anxiety and longing. I told myself I wouldn’t go. I thought about my mother’s smile and Gius’s kindness. I didn't want to destroy our family. But every time I closed my eyes, I felt the phantom weight of Kaelen's d**k between my legs.
The memory of that thick, heavy heat was like a drug. My body was humming, my skin felt too tight, and my p***y was constantly aching—aching to have that thickness fill me.
Before I knew it, I was standing in front of the clinic door again. My hand trembled as I knocked.
“Come in.” The familiar, thick baritone voice called from inside.
I stepped inside.
"Lock the door, Miss Nora," he said, though he didn't look up from his file.
I did it.
"Come here," he commanded. He stood up, walked toward the high exam table in
