Back at the agency.
"Sigh..." Lief sighed deeply, feeling how the warmth of the place dissolved the cold he felt, before walking toward the huge collection shelf where he carefully placed the glass sphere, honoring the artifact that, although now without imprisoned souls, represented a valuable trophy.
Having finished, he turned around with the intention of saying something, however...
Pa
A silhouette propelled with unexpected force lunged at him at speed, surprising Lief, who only felt the crash against his chest.
The impact made him stagger unconsciously backward until he lost his balance completely, falling heavily onto the sofa.
Poof
Airam, like a jaguar that has hunted successfully, settled astride his lap while resting her hands firmly on his shoulders.
The cascade of her silky black hair spilled around Lief, wrapping him in a fragrant prison that only allowed the intense and determined shine of her light blue eyes to be seen.
"What are you—?"
"Shhh," Airam interrupted him, hanging a finger gently over his lips, silencing him before leaning forward.
The closeness made Lief's breathing accelerate, feeling her hot and moist air on his own breath, since their mouths were separated by barely a millimeter.
"Good job, my hero," whispered Airam without breaking eye contact. "The job is already finished and you already received the payment, but don't you think my turn has come?"
Her gaze traveled the silent agency before the corner of her mouth curved into a cunning arc and her voice dropped to an intimate conspiracy: "Now... it's just the two of us~"
"..."
Lief clearly felt how Airam moved with a deliberate slowness over his crotch, a friction that sent all his blood to his cock through his boxers, and just when he extended his hands to surround her hips and claim control of the situation, a sound of inopportune protest burst abruptly from the corner.
"Sister! I'm still here! I'M STILL HERE!"
The shrill and annoying voice came from the mirror.
Maria was glued to the glass, with her eyes opened wide, full of indignation and banging on the mirror.
Desperately trying to break the bubble of intimacy.
However, her childish protest had no deterrent force against Airam.
Lief averted his gaze toward the mirror where Maria continued protesting, feeling how a stab of a headache began to form behind his temples at the situation.
Clearing his throat, trying to regain a bit of authority while holding Airam's waist to prevent the situation from getting completely out of hand.
"Airam you are playing with fire... Maria is still—"
"She is perfectly where she needs to be," Airam interrupted him, and her hands went up from his shoulders to cradle his face with a possessiveness that admitted no replies, forcing him to look only at her.
Lief let out a resigned sigh, feeling the heat of her thighs burning through his clothes. "She is watching, Airam."
"Then let her watch if she wants," she replied with certainty, leaning in a little more until her breasts grazed his chest. "In fact, it is better that she pays attention, it will serve her to learn to take the initiative once and for all, because with that timid and complex-ridden character she has, someone will steal you right from under her nose while she cries in a corner."
!
Inside the mirror, Maria heard every word and her indignation transformed instantly into a crimson shame. Her hands stopped hitting the glass and she covered her face, murmuring inaudible things, "I... I'm not like that... you are talking nonsense...",
But unable to look away from what was unfolding in front of her.
"..."
Lief was left without arguments.
Discovering how intense Airam is when she sets a goal.
Sighing again, he let his head drop back against the back of the sofa and raised both hands in absolute surrender.
"Okay, you win," he conceded, although a knowing smile was starting to tug at his lips. "But, Miss, I still want to present a formal objection to the procedure."
A seductive and intense shine illuminated Airam's blue eyes as she closed the final distance between their faces again, tilting her head to align their mouths perfectly.
"Objection denied."
The instant the last syllable left her lips, she eliminated the remaining space and crashed her mouth against his with an absurd need.
Her soft lips captured Lief's with clumsiness but it was incredibly exciting, revealing her inexperience only by the excess of confidence and the lack of fear.
Feeling this, Lief's hands went up her back to press her closer to his body, and he tilted his head to deepen the contact, allowing their mouths to fit better.
"Mmm~..." Airam imitated the movement, opening her lips with a stifled sigh that Lief drank completely, inviting him in.
The kiss changed, becoming wet and voracious.
Airam, guided by her bold instinct, slid her tongue against his, with an electric shock that sent shivers straight to his spine.
She didn't know exactly what she was doing, but she was doing it with a devouring passion, nibbling Lief's lower lip and sucking hard, tasting his flavor, dizzy from the sensation.
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