Chapter Thirty-Five - Hannah
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Hannah
HANNAH DIDN’T FEEL scorned or discarded.
She didn’t feel broken.
She just felt good.
Her palm skimmed warm skin, steady and sure, pressing until he shifted beneath her. She moved how she wanted—slow, deliberate, in control. She set the rhythm. Chose the pace.
When she leaned forward, bracing herself above him, it wasn’t about trust. It wasn’t about emotion. It was about feeling.
Everything about this was easy.
There was no weight to it. No expectations. No unspoken history curling between their breaths.
Just sensation.
When he slid into her, her breath caught—not from tenderness, but from pressure and heat. The stretch. The slide. The low hum of pleasure as her body responded.
It felt good.
Different. Uncomplicated.
She moved harder, faster, chasing the pull building inside her—not intimacy, not connection, just release.
With Daniel, every touch had been layered. Every moment tangled in memory. History. Hurt.
This wasn’t like that.
This wasn’t deep.
It wasn’t sacred.
And that was the point.
When she let him guide her onto her back, it wasn’t surrender. It was choice. She shifted with him, letting the weight of his body settle over hers like heat, like gravity. Familiar, but not the same.
Her legs curled around him, drawing him closer, not out of love, but want.
Want was simpler.
The sound of skin on skin filled the room. Her body slick, responsive, needing. She wasn’t thinking. Wasn’t aching. Just moving toward that bright, sharp edge.
And when it came—sudden, visceral, full—she let it take her. No guilt. No apology.
For the first time in a long time, she had taken something purely for herself.
And as her breath slowed and her heartbeat settled, she realized—
For those few minutes, she hadn’t thought of Daniel at all.