Content Warning: This chapter contains mild mature themes, including suggestive scenes and occasional strong language. It may not be suitable for younger readers. If you are uncomfortable with such content, please skip this chapter.
Asher knocked on Katrina's door, his heart pounding with apprehension mixed with a hint of curiosity. The door opened slowly, revealing Katrina, dressed in a light dress that highlighted her generous curves, a shy smile on her lips.
- Asher, please come in, she said in a soft, almost repentant voice, inviting him with a graceful gesture.
She guided him to the living room, where a soft sofa awaited them. Asher sat, looking around the warm room, illuminated by dim lighting. Katrina took a seat across from him, her green eyes shining with suppressed emotion.
- I... I wanted to apologize for the other time, she whispered, her cheeks pink with embarrassment. I wasn't very kind. I only thought about protecting my daughter, you know. Miria is everything to me.
Asher, with his usual kindness, placed a reassuring hand on hers.
- It's already forgotten, Katrina. I understand. Parents do this out of love.
A radiant smile lit up Katrina's face, erasing the traces of tension. Relieved, she got up and disappeared into the kitchen for a moment, returning with two glasses of red wine, with deep reflections like velvet.
"Drink with me," she offered, handing him a glass, her fingers brushing his in an electric contact. To seal the peace.
They clinked glasses, and Asher raised the glass to his lips, savoring the fruity taste. Meanwhile, across town, at Asher's house, Miria was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling. *Those girls were right...I need to make peace with mom. It's ridiculous to stay angry like that.* Finally making up her mind, she got up, put on a jacket and left the house towards her mother's house.
At Katrina's, the atmosphere was getting heavier. Asher suddenly felt his head spinning, a haze filling his mind. The wine...it tasted strange, too sweet. He put the glass down, frowning.
- Katrina, what did you do to me? he stammered, his voice thick, trying to get up.
Katrina approached, a finger placed on her luscious lips.
- Shh, my love, don't worry, she whispered in a captivating voice, caressing his face with her fingertips. I'll take care of you.
Despite his protests, she leaned down and forcefully kissed him, her lips hot and insistent against his. Asher tried to push her away, but his muscles felt numb. Katrina pulled back slightly, a mischievous smile on her lips, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
- Yes, Asher... I like it. I like it when you resist me, it's so exciting...
She stood up with feline grace, beginning a languorous striptease. Her hips undulated to the rhythm of imaginary music, his hands sliding up her body to accentuate each curve. She turned her shoulders, letting the dress slide slowly off one shoulder, revealing soft, golden skin. As she danced, she stared at Asher, her eyes half-closed, full of desire. In one fluid motion, she undid the buttons of her dress, letting it fall at her feet, exposing a black lace bra that hugged her generous breasts perfectly. His fingers caressed his chest, brushing against the hardened nipples beneath the fabric, a muffled moan escaping his lips. Then she turned, arching her back to slide her panties down her thighs, her hands exploring her round buttocks, kneading them with provocative sensuality. Finally, she unclasped her bra, tossing it aside, her freed breasts swaying slightly to the rhythm of her dancing. Naked, she turned towards Asher, caressing his flat stomach, descending towards his private area, where his fingers played for a moment, increasing his visible arousal.