Lor smirked against her skin, his voice low and perverse, dripping with satisfaction. "See? You like even this."
Her body trembled in his arms, caught between shame, shock, and the undeniable shiver of pleasure that ran through her at his touch.
Her nails dug deeper into his back, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as she clung to him, her face buried in his chest to muffle the desperate sounds spilling from her throat.
Lor's finger pressed deeper, slowly, exploring her with a careful precision, while his other hand stroked the curve of her hip soothingly, grounding her in the moment.
The contrast—the gentle reassurance of one hand, the wicked intrusion of the other—sent her spiraling, her body responding despite her protests.
Silvia whimpered, her voice fracturing as she clung tighter, her face pressed against him to stifle the sounds she couldn't hold back.
