A Pleasurable Life?

Isabella was Isabella, weak to the forceful and skillful hands of her beloved.

Her defensive wall collapsed like a dam, and he threw her to the bed, causing the bed to rock and even form cracks from their mountainous pressure.

Half a day later, she was like a cat in his embrace, appearing comforted and forgetting about the previous slight he made to Mira.

Davis kissed her crimson lips, still making out with her before Isabella spoke.

"What do you- think about- the future…?"

"Hmm?"

Davis stopped, pulling his head back as he blinked at her face, turning to look away before he spoke.

"If you're asking about my vision-"

"I'm asking about Myria and you. You have a high chance of being forced out, right?"

"…"

Davis was unable to return the gaze as he continued staring off, but Isabella reached her hands, grabbed his cheeks, and made him look at her.

"It's fine."

"…?"