They both froze, the air seizing in their lungs.
The creak of wood on the stairs echoed faintly, Mira's familiar voice humming a soft tune to herself as she climbed, oblivious to the scene unfolding above.
Silvia's eyes went wide with terror, her face draining of color despite the flush still staining her cheeks.
She shoved at Lor's chest, her voice a frantic whisper.
"Lor! Stop! Gods, your mother—"
Lor cursed under his breath, pulling out quickly, his cock slick with spit and her arousal, the sudden absence leaving them both shuddering.
Silvia scrambled off the bed in a panic, snatching her clothes from the floor, fumbling with buttons and hooks in a desperate frenzy.
Her auburn hair was a wild mess, her glasses crooked as she yanked her jacket back on, the fabric catching on her trembling fingers.
She shoved her skirt down over her thighs, still quivering from their interrupted intimacy, her breath hitching as she tried to compose herself.
