CHAPTER 57: INTERACTIONS WITH THE NIGHT PART 16

Luck closed the distance with a few soft steps. He lifted his hands so she could see them, then let them fall to his sides again.

"If you want me to go, I’ll leave right now. Just say the word."

Kana didn’t move or speak, just watched him approach until he was close enough that the warmth radiating off his skin could be felt.

He raised a hand and brushed a strand of wet hair out of her face, then let his fingers linger, cupping her cheek. Her skin was damp and cool, and she flinched at the contact, but only a little.

"Can I kiss you?"

She drew a quick breath.

"You can," she whispered, "if you want."

It was barely audible, more a concession to possibility than a genuine invitation.

He leaned in, pausing with his lips just grazing her forehead, then traced down to her nose, then finally caught her mouth.

Mint and the cool tang of tap water touched his tongue. She tensed, a mix of teeth and breath, but when his hand gently cradled the back of her head, her body softened.

She might’ve been an assassin, but she was a woman before anything else.

With just a bit of teasing, her body would start to respond in no time.

His mouth, feather-light at first, pressed deeper into her mouth.

Soon, he set a hand gently at her collarbone, the other at her waist, drawing her in until she was flush against him.

He let his palm glide, slow and careful, until it cupped her breast, thumb drawing a circle.

"Stop teasing me..." Kana shivered, a small, involuntary shake, then caught his wrist, as if to steady both of them.

"You’re so beautiful," He kissed her harder, tongue tracing the edge of her teeth, and she met him with growing hunger.

Her hands found the hem of his clothes and balled the fabric in tight fists, pulling him closer, until there was nothing but contact.

He broke the kiss, just barely, so his breath mingled with hers. "Is this—are you okay with—?"

She answered by pressing his hand flat against her cleavage , as if trying to fuse their bodies together by force of will alone.

"You’re really asking me that after kissing me?" she said with a small smile. One knee shifted to the side, opening her legs just a little.

He slid his hand down and played with her openings.

She didn’t stop him, just watched with a dagger’s tension as his touch grazed the inside of her thigh.

Her skin was still dewy from the shower, and Luck felt the heat of her core. His fingers slipped beneath, slow, pausing—for consent, for nerve—but she only arched into him.

"You like that?" He could feel her wetness soaking through his fingers.

"You want me to play with your freshly cleaned pussy?" He stroked slow at first, then circled her clit with patience that would’ve made a chess grandmaster weep.

Each time he sped up, she tensed and shuddered; each time he slowed, an almost pained whimper leaked out, as if she were desperate and embarrassed by her own need, but refused to admit it.

’She’s really tight... Don’t tell me she’s a virgin? ’ he wondered silently.

The chances were very low, but he would know for sure if something break inside.

He slid his two fingers in, one shallow, then a knuckle deeper, feeling her walls twitch and clench around him.

"Please slow down..." Kana’s breathing was ragged now, her forehead pressed to his collarbone, hair damp and sticking to his skin.

She was trembling, one hand gripping his shoulder so hard he thought it might bruise, the other curled in a fist against her own mouth to stifle the sounds she couldn’t quite suppress.

Luck could feel the tension in her, a coil wound to the breaking point, and marveled at how even at her most defenseless, she was fighting her own vulnerability.

She let him work her with steady rhythm, her hips rocking, eyes squeezed shut.

He curled his fingers, searching gently until she jerked and gasped, biting his shoulder to muffle the sound.

She clamped her thighs around his wrist, using him as an anchor against the love juice that ran down her slit.

He could feel it—every little convulsion, every small surrender.

"Lie down," he whispered.

She let out a moan that was almost a whimper and let him tip her back onto the bed.

For a second she hesitated, but then her hands were in his hair, shoving his head down, shoulders tensed like she was prepping for recoil.

Luck pressed a kiss right above her mound, then another, working steadily lower.

She tasted faintly of hotel soap and salt and something electric that made his tongue burn.

Kana’s thighs drew together instinctively, but he nudged them apart, gentle, then insistent, and she let him.

"Don’t stare at it too much... it’s embarrassing."

Luck didn’t respond, just parted her with his tongue and got to work.

He did not approach it with the clumsy hunger of a freshman because of his experience with Neve.

If she tensed, he slowed; if she squirmed, he pinned her with his mouth and let her ride it out.

Kana writhed, heels digging into the thin mattress, every part of her trying to arch away and closer at the same time.

He looked up once, just to see the wreckage on her face—cheeks flushed, lips bitten raw.

"You’re really... going to..." she managed, breath hitched mid-sentence, but the end was lost as he found the spot again and she keened like a wire about to snap.

She tried to push his head away but he ignored the halfhearted resistance, locking his arms around her thighs and flattening his tongue against the tiny trembling nub.

The taste was chemical and intimate and so intensely real it made the rest of the motel room dissolve into static.

As the next climax rolled through her, Kana made a noise that started in her chest and ended in her teeth.

"I can’t hold it anymore..." She slapped her palm against the wall, either to ground herself or to knock the world back into sense.

Luck didn’t stop; he kept pace, savoring the way she spasmed and shuddered beneath him.

Only after the spasms faded into an exhausted twitch did he raise his head.

Her legs closed involuntarily, trapping his face for a moment, and he smiled against her skin, letting the heat linger.

When he looked up, Kana was breathing so hard he worried she might hyperventilate.

She stared at the ceiling, her hair fanned across the pillow, chest heaving.

A long minute passed before she found her voice, but the moment was cut short when he stood and began to unbuckle his pants.

Kana’s eyes widened as his manhood flopped heavily against her inner thigh, hot and super hard.

"Wait.. Wait.. Please give me some time to prepare" Her breath stuttered.

It looked monstrous up close, swollen and veined, the crown slick and angry red, already drooling a clear bead onto her skin.

"Hey." He pressed his forehead to hers, nose to nose, and stroked along her jaw with the backs of his knuckles.

"Don’t be scared, okay? I’ll go slow. If you want to stop, say so."