It did not disappear completely, because that would have required a miracle and perhaps a small army, but it became so much easier to bear that Isabella actually let out a soft, shocked sound before she could stop herself.
A satisfied moan especially her lips.
"Ah, this feels so good"
It was embarrassingly satisfying.
For one brief moment, her mind went blank.
The pressure on her lower back eased. The pulling ache in her body lightened. Even the babies seemed to settle down, as if they too approved of being held properly for once.
Isabella's lashes fluttered. She forgot all about scolding. She forgot all about pride. She forgot that two breaths ago she had been preparing a speech about shamelessness and boundaries and disrespect.
Instead, she melted back against him with a quiet sigh, resting her head against his chest as if this was the most natural thing in the world.
Behind her, Zyran's red eyes softened with something so obvious it was almost shamelessly sweet.
