"Maybe there isn't a perfect angle," Lor sighed, scratching the back of his head, his fingers catching in his messy hair. "Not yet."
"Then we'll make one," Kiara said with unshakable confidence, stopping at the gate.
She turned to face him, her eyes locking onto his with an intensity that made his heart skip.
Before he could react, she tugged at his belt again, pulling him close until their bodies were nearly flush, her icy gaze boring into his. "We always do."
Lor's throat went dry, his pulse hammering as her proximity sent a familiar heat coursing through him.
He wanted to kiss her right there, to pull her against him and let the world fade away, but the shadow of his mother moving behind the lit window stopped him cold.
Kiara noticed, her smirk softening into something almost tender, but no less dangerous.
She let go of his belt, her fingers dragging slowly across the leather, the tease making his cock twitch despite his best efforts to stay composed.
