Later that evening, Mahnoor sat quietly on Daemond's bed, her thoughts swirling after their emotional conversation. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the bedside lamp casting long shadows on the walls. She leaned back slightly, trying to process everything she had just confessed and what it meant for them going forward.
Daemond entered the room, his expression unreadable, but there was something different in his eyes—a mix of intensity and resolve. He stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at her, and without saying a word, he knelt down beside her, his hands resting on her knees.
Mahnoor blinked, unsure of what to expect. "Daemond?" she whispered, her voice soft but filled with curiosity.
Without responding, he slowly slid his hands up her legs, parting them slightly as he positioned himself between her thighs. His touch was rougher than usual, more forceful, driven by something deep inside him that he wasn't quite able to explain. Mahnoor gasped softly as his fingers worked their way up, his movements urgent and insistent.
She was caught off guard by the sudden shift in energy between them, but the intensity of his touch quickly drew her in. Daemond's fingers found their mark, moving with a steady rhythm that bordered on roughness. His gaze never left her face, his eyes dark and focused as he watched her body react to him.
Mahnoor's breathing became shallow, her back arching slightly as she tried to keep control, but the pressure he was applying was overwhelming, relentless. She gripped the bedspread tightly, her knuckles turning white as she tried to steady herself against the rising wave of sensation.
"Daemond..." she moaned, her voice breathless, filled with both pleasure and surprise. He didn't respond, only deepened his focus, his fingers working faster, harder. Her body trembled beneath his touch, and she could feel the tension building rapidly inside her, like a dam about to burst.
Within moments, the release hit her with an intensity that left her gasping. She let out a soft, broken cry, her body shaking as waves of pleasure coursed through her, the release more powerful than anything she had felt before. She collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath, her mind spinning from the sheer force of the moment.
Daemond remained by her side, his hand resting on her thigh now, his gaze softening as he watched her recover. His touch, though still firm, had a tenderness to it now, as if silently apologizing for the roughness of what had just happened.
Mahnoor lay there, panting heavily, her body still humming from the aftershocks. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with exhaustion and satisfaction. There were no words exchanged between them, but the atmosphere was charged with a new layer of complexity.
Daemond stood up slowly, his expression conflicted as he looked down at her. Mahnoor, still catching her breath, could only stare back at him, unsure of what had just shifted between them but knowing that something had undeniably changed.