The silence that followed was suffocating, heavy enough to crush breath.
Olivia froze, color flooding her cheeks, her hazel eyes wide with disbelief.
Her mouth opened, closed, then opened again, but no words came, her breath catching in her throat.
Kiara tilted her head, her smirk playful but sharp, her presence filling the silence like a storm waiting to break.
Lor sat still, his gaze steady on Olivia, waiting, his heart pounding with anticipation.
Her hands clenched against her thighs, nails digging through the fabric of her pants, her breath uneven as her mind spun.
Disbelief, indignation, and something far more dangerous—a pulse of heat throbbing low in her belly, sparked by the memory of his tongue, his hands, the way he'd undone her moments ago.
Her lips parted, her voice a bare whisper, trembling with a mix of shock and reluctant desire. "…Intercourse?"
Lor nodded, his tone still carrying the weight of possession. "It is the demand of the light."
