His palm kneaded the soft flesh and his fingertips traced the edge of her rosy ar*ola. The warmth of her body, warmed by his gentle touch, seemed to transfer to Akan, igniting a fire within him. It was a desire unlike the searing rage that had always burned in his chest – a new and unfamiliar desire. Strange as it was, he couldn’t resist it. It overwhelmed him, like the intoxicating haze of drunkenness that left him unable to think clearly.

“Hmph, hmph.”

Equally overwhelmed by the unfamiliar pleasure, Robellia shook her head slightly as if to clear her mind. The heat rising between their tightly pressed lips left her breathless, unable to fully release the tension building within her.

Reluctantly, Akan pulled his lips away and gently lowered Robellia’s body back onto the bed. Her golden hair, scattered across the white sheets, had almost regained its former lustre. Just as her broken bones had healed, Akan wondered if her shattered mind would heal once she left this place. But even if it did, he wasn’t sure it could be called healing.

His kisses landed not on her lips this time, but on the upper curve of her chest. Warm lips softly brushed against her skin, followed by a hot tongue slowly tracing its way across the surface. Under the man who seemed intent on melting her completely, Robellia’s chest rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths. Akan, mesmerised, devoured with his gaze even the sight of Robellia’s flushed skin, reddened neck and hazy eyes.

“Haa… hmm…”

Even after sharing countless intimate moments, neither really knew the other’s body – or even their own. As Akan’s fingers gripped her soft flesh and his tongue flicked against the hardened head, a sweet moan escaped Robellia’s lips. She covered her mouth with the back of her hand, but her gaze remained fixed on Akan, who was completely absorbed in her, his lips still pressed against her br*ast.

The sensation of Akan’s tongue was like a sharp jolt to Robellia’s heart, spreading a tingling heat from her chest to the rest of her body. Perhaps it had started from the moment her heart, once stopped, began to beat again – or perhaps even long before. It seemed that her heart had never really belonged to her.

“Ahng! Hnng…!”

His lips, which had been gently caressing her, suddenly pressed firmly against her n*pple. Though he didn’t use his teeth, the intensity of the sensation sent a wave of pleasure up her spine, causing her back to arch involuntarily. Her previously flat stomach clenched tightly, pulling inwards as if collapsing under the pressure of her overwhelming emotions.

Akan rubbed Robellia’s stomach gently with the palm of his hand, as if to calm her. Yet a sense of burning urgency and impatience swirled within him. The place he had always considered his, even after it had held another, felt as if it were calling to him, and the heat in his blood only grew stronger. Despite the intensity, he didn’t want to rush.

Robellia, meanwhile, was drowning in the slippery tide of pleasure. The sensations she had known before had always been weak, fleeting moments on the edge of pain. This was different – this was a heat building deep within her, igniting a desire she had never known before.

Robellia placed her hand on Akan’s shoulder, her movements hesitant. The sensation of the damp fabric slipping from her skin was unmistakable. Her p*bic area was wet with excitement, evidence of the tension she had been holding back. Without hesitation, Akan slid his fingers into her v*gina.

Robellia’s lower body was incredibly wet. It pooled in her l*bia, overflowing, soaking her v*gina and sizzling between her thighs. Akan’s fingertips slowly traced her v*gina, which was loose enough not to need caressing. Her p*nis, remembering the sensation of digging into it, became even heavier.

“Quickly……”

Despite Robellia’s impatient pleas, Akan’s movements remained unhurried. His blood surged with anticipation and his body reacted instinctively, but he wanted to savour this moment – the moment when Robellia truly wanted him.

Even without penetration, which in the past had been a tool of violence rather than pleasure, Akan felt a sense of fulfilment in his chest. Each time his fingertips brushed over Robellia’s sensitive cl*t, her thighs trembled and her v*ginal opening contracted, almost as if begging to be filled. Just watching her reactions filled him with a deep, overwhelming sense of satisfaction.

Akan’s fingers, which had entered shallowly, moved as if exploring the contours of her entrance. Robellia, sobbing softly at the increasingly wet sounds, covered her face with both hands. The overwhelming mixture of embarrassment and vulnerability she felt went beyond ordinary shame. Through her partially obscured vision, she could faintly make out Akan’s gentle smile.

The bed shook, accompanied by the sound of rustling cloth. Akan unbuttoned his shirt and pulled off his trousers completely, letting them fall to the floor beside the bed. Robellia hesitantly lowered her hands and glanced at Akan’s n*ked body. Her eyes lingered on his thighs, which bore the same grotesque scars as his torso, and fresh tears began to flow. How she wished she could erase the past with her tears.

“Haa…”

Akan ran his hand lightly over his hard, *rect p*nis. All he had ever learned was to be forced to submit to the will of others, or to vent his anger by trampling someone else. Now an unfamiliar pleasure, one he was unprepared for and overwhelmed by, surged through him endlessly.

The emotions that had once been dormant and unresponsive, even in moments of physical connection, now raced before him, beyond his control. The inexperienced man struggled to contain the boiling impulse rising within him. Unaware of his inner turmoil, Robellia licked her dry lips with her tongue.

Akan let out another heated sigh as he positioned himself between Robellia’s parted legs. The tension in the air seemed to thicken, like a nervous swallow. The two, both equally naive and foolish, searched awkwardly for each other, their bodies aching to join.

“Hurry… ahh!”

As Robellia urged him again, her head tilted back and she inhaled sharply. As the tip of his p*nis parted her entrance, her entire body tensed, from fingertips to toes, as if electrified by the sensation.

The bed beneath her back seemed to sink endlessly into an unknowable abyss. Overwhelmed by the lightning waves of pleasure, Robellia writhed and Akan pulled her closer into his embrace. With each thrust of his hips, he pressed deeper into her, giving her a sense of relief.

Robellia’s trembling hand reached out to smooth Akan’s furrowed brow. She knew his expression was not one of anger, but she didn’t want to see him frown. This was a moment she would remember for a long time, and she wanted it to be unblemished.

Akan exhaled deeply and buried his face in Robellia’s br*ast. The sensation was very different from the forced, violent acts of the past, and maintaining control was proving to be a challenge. The soft inner walls of her body clenched and pulsed, pulling him in as if to hold him there. The relentless waves of an urgent release clawed at him, building with every moment he was buried halfway inside her.

Robellia’s hand ran gently through his hair, brushing it back as it tickled her chest. Her legs wrapped gently around his waist, pulling him closer. Her touch, her movements – everything about her conveyed a desire to hold him, not push him away. Akan was at a loss. Even mimicking kindness at such a moment felt impossibly alien to him.

“I’ll go slowly… if it hurts, tell me.”

Akan treated Robellia as if she were made of glass, fragile enough to shatter at the slightest pressure, physical or mental. His awkwardness was unmistakable, and it made Robellia smile brightly, even as tears hung from her lashes, a mixture of happiness and sorrow swelling in her chest. Akan wanted to smile back, but instead his heart tightened painfully. All he could do was clench his jaw and maintain an expressionless facade.

He forced himself to pull back his throbbing p*nis, despite the overwhelming urge to thrust into her fully. He wanted to give her a moment worth remembering, one that could replace the first memory he had already ruined.

The tightly clenched inner walls pulled against him, sending a quivering wave of pleasure from deep inside her abdomen. Akan held robellia’s trembling body close as he moved slowly but firmly, pushing deeper inside. Pressing against the clinging, undulating walls, their bodies became completely entwined. In the overwhelming sensations, they clung to each other as if the other was their only salvation.

“Haa… Robel.”

No matter how far he wandered, it seemed he always returned to the beginning. The nickname, once a taunt that echoed mockingly in his mind, now slipped from his lips without the imagined bitterness. It felt natural, unforced.