CHAPTER 187: ROLLING

Lor rolled onto his side, facing her, their breaths still uneven, their bodies pressed close in the moonlight’s silver glow.

His hand slid down, finding the warm, damp heat between her thighs, his fingers brushing her folds with a slow, teasing touch.

Kiara gasped, her blue eyes widening, pupils blown wide as his finger dipped inside her, then circled her clit, coaxing a tremble from her core.

"You’re one to talk," he teased, his voice a low growl, his finger moving with care, sliding deeper before returning to her clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles.

Her moan was soft, needy, her hips shifting instinctively toward his touch.

He kissed her, swallowing her sound, their lips molding together as his fingers worked her, drawing her wetter, hotter, needier with each stroke.

Kiara’s hand matched his rhythm, her fingers wrapped around his cock, pumping him slowly, her grip tightening as he hardened further in her palm.

Their breaths mingled, hot and heavy, their bodies pressed so close the sheets tangled around their legs, trapping them in their shared heat.

The bed creaked softly with their movements, the mattress yielding to their shifting weight.

Kiara’s moans grew louder, her hips rocking against Lor’s hand as he pressed harder against her clit, his thumb circling with a precision that made her quiver.

"Lor..." she panted, breaking the kiss, her forehead pressing against his, her breath hot against his lips. "Don’t stop..."

"I wasn’t planning to," he murmured, his thumb finding that perfect spot, rubbing just right to draw a soft cry from her.

Her whole body trembled, her thighs parting wider, inviting more.

Her hand moved faster on his cock, twisting, squeezing, her thumb smearing the bead of precum that leaked from his tip.

Lor groaned into her mouth, biting her lower lip lightly, his hips thrusting into her grip, chasing the friction.

Their eyes locked, pupils dilated, cheeks flushed, both panting heavily.

The intimacy of it—the raw, honest hunger in their gazes, the way their bodies answered each other—made the moment hotter than anything else, a fire that burned deeper than mere lust.

"Fuck, Kiara," Lor growled, his voice rough, his fingers curling inside her, feeling her walls clench around him. "I’m gonna—"

"Me too," she gasped, her body trembling against his, her hand tightening on his cock as her hips bucked against his fingers.

They kissed again, messy, lips crashing together as their bodies raced toward the edge.

Her walls pulsed around his fingers, wetness flooding his hand; his cock throbbed in her grip, the heat building to a breaking point.

With twin cries muffled against each other’s lips, they came—her shuddering around his fingers, her release soaking his hand, him spilling hot and thick into her palm, coating her fingers in a sticky mess.

They clung together, panting into each other’s mouths, their hands still caught in the slick aftermath of their pleasure.

The aftershocks rolled through them, their bodies trembling, their breaths syncing in the quiet.

Kiara laughed breathlessly, collapsing fully against him, her cheek pressed to his chest. "Lor... we’re going to ruin your sheets at this rate."

He chuckled weakly, his lips brushing her temple, the gesture tender despite the heat still simmering in his veins. "Worth it."

They lay there, their sticky hands entwined between them, the taste of each other still fresh on their lips.

The moonlight painted their tangled forms, the room quiet save for their slowing breaths and the faint creak of the bed.

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Lor sank into sleep like a stone into deep water, exhaustion pulling him under with a relentless tide.

His breathing steadied, soft snores punctuating the silence as he rolled onto his side, muttering something incoherent about cookies, his voice muffled by the pillow.

The room was still heavy with their shared heat, the faint scent of clove, honey, and sex lingering in the air.

Kiara lay beside him, her blue eyes tracing the rise and fall of his chest, the moonlight catching the damp strands of his hair.

A rare, soft smile curved her lips, unguarded in the quiet.

She reached out, brushing a stray lock from his forehead, her fingers lingering on his warm skin.

Leaning down, she pressed a gentle, reverent kiss to his temple.

"Rest," she whispered, her voice barely audible, a tender promise meant only for him.

She rose, her tall frame unfolding with the fluid grace of a predator at ease.

Naked, her toned body gleamed in the moonlight filtering through the curtains, every curve a study in sharp sensuality—strong shoulders, full breasts, the taut lines of her waist and hips.

She padded across the room, silent despite the wooden floor, her steps as quiet as a shadow’s.

At the window, she paused, her hand resting on the sill, and pushed it open.

The night air rushed in, cool and laced with the faint scent of dew and distant river salt.

Her eyes narrowed, scanning the darkness beyond the garden wall.

There—hovering like a mirage—was the spirit.

A woman-shaped smear of pink luminescence, her curves woven from vapor and light, her hair unraveling into the sky like smoke.

Her glowing eyes locked onto Kiara’s, unblinking, and she smiled—a wicked, challenging curve that carried no warmth.

The air between them thickened, sharp as a drawn blade.

Kiara’s lips curled, not into a smile but a hard, defiant line, her gaze cold and unyielding.

She stood tall, her naked form framed by the window, daring the spirit to make a move.

The spirit tilted her head, her smile widening, as if Kiara’s defiance were a game she relished.

For a long moment, they stared each other down—two predators, one of flesh and blood, one of ether and hunger, their silent battle charged with unspoken claims.

He’s mine.

No words passed, but the message hung heavy in the air, a vow etched in the tension between them.

Behind them, Lor flopped dramatically in his sleep, a muffled mumble about "boobs and apples" escaping his lips before he snorted and kicked a leg like a dreaming dog.

The absurdity of it broke the moment, and the corner of Kiara’s mouth twitched, amusement softening her fierce expression.