Kiara watched, her smirk widening, her icy-blue eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
Her fingers brushed her own lips, as if savoring the scene, her presence a silent spark that fueled the fire between them.
Lor kissed down Olivia's jaw, trailing heat along her neck, his lips grazing the sensitive skin until her back arched, pressing her chest into his hand, her breath catching in soft, needy gasps.
"L-Lor…" Her voice cracked, torn between protest and plea, her hands lifting hesitantly to grip his shoulders, unsure whether to push or pull.
He hushed her with another kiss, deeper, leaving her panting when he drew back.
His hand slid lower, past her navel, hooking into the waistband of her charcoal-gray pants.
He tugged them down slowly, the fabric clinging to her curvy hips, the rasp of the zipper loud in the quiet room.
