The night had deepened, draping the room in shadows broken only by the faint amber glow from the bedside lamp. The silence was no longer quiet—it was electric, pulsing with breath and skin and unspoken want.
Liora was caught between them, her body cradled by warmth and desire. One hand behind her—Kael's—traced the curve of her spine, his lips finding the soft slope of her shoulder. From the front, Riven's mouth moved lower, his breath sending shivers as he kissed across her collarbone, then lower still.
Her gasp was soft, but the effect was powerful. Kael tightened his arm around her waist, drawing her back to him as he whispered her name into the crook of her neck.
"You feel like fire," he murmured, voice rough with restraint.
Riven's hands slid up her sides, fingers grazing the hem of her shirt, eyes asking for permission. She gave it with a breathless nod, and the fabric rose—lifted, lost to the sheets. He took his time, lips brushing across skin, tongue flicking gently before sucking lightly.
She arched toward him, her back pressing into Kael's chest.
Kael's hand splayed against her stomach, anchoring her. "She's shaking," he said, voice low.
"Because she's flying," Riven whispered, looking up at her. "Aren't you, angel?"
Liora could barely answer. Her hands clutched the sheets. Their warmth, their closeness, the way they seemed to know every place that would make her breath hitch—it overwhelmed her in the most beautiful way.
"You both…" Her voice was barely there. "You're amazing."
Kael kissed behind her ear, his voice thick with emotion. "We're just yours."
Their rhythm fell into a slow, synchronized pull—hands gripping, lips seeking, bodies wrapped in each other like waves lapping the same shore.
"I want more," Liora whispered, trembling now. "Please… don't stop."
Riven rested his forehead against hers. "We won't," he said. "Not until you've felt everything."
They moved together, a rhythm born not of urgency but devotion. It wasn't just pleasure. It was surrender, trust, the freedom to be wanted, held, and cherished all at once.
And in that tangled moment of sweat and sighs, the night held them close—three hearts, three bodies, all breaking and rebuilding with every shared breath.
The storm had passed.
The room now breathed with the slow rhythm of steady heartbeats and lingering warmth. The sheets were tangled, the air heavy with the scent of skin and closeness. Liora lay between them, her body spent, her heart so full it ached.
Kael was behind her, arm wrapped protectively around her waist. His lips pressed gentle kisses along her spine as if he couldn't stop touching her, couldn't believe she was still here—still real.
Riven was in front of her, his forehead resting lightly against hers. One hand cradled her cheek while the other smoothed back her damp hair. His eyes searched hers—not for answers, but for connection.
"Are you okay?" he whispered, voice hoarse, tinged with emotion.
Liora smiled softly. "More than okay."
Kael nuzzled the back of her neck. "You didn't say stop… not once."
"Because I didn't want to," she admitted, cheeks flushed with warmth—not just from what had happened, but from the way they were looking at her now. Like she was precious. Like she was wanted.
She reached for both of them, her fingertips brushing along Riven's jaw, then curling around Kael's hand on her waist.
"I've never felt like this before," she said, her voice almost trembling. "Not just the way you touched me… but the way you saw me."
Riven leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a kiss so tender it stole her breath all over again.
Kael whispered into her shoulder, "That's because we love you."
The words hung in the air. Heavy. Honest. Freeing.
Liora blinked, her eyes welling unexpectedly. "You… both of you?"
Kael tightened his hold. "I've known for a while. I just didn't think we could have this… all three of us."
Riven nodded, his eyes wet too. "But we do. We really do."
Liora pulled them closer, wrapping her arms around Riven, while Kael pressed against her back, and for a moment, the world outside ceased to exist.
No guilt. No confusion.
Only the thrum of three hearts in harmony.
Soon, sleep came like a gentle tide, pulling them under together. And in that quiet, sacred space, there were no questions left—only belonging.
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