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Chapter 61: Can’t sleep?
Kael shifted on the bed, the mattress creaking faintly under his weight as he turned, his hazel eyes cracking open in the dim lamplight.
Rhea lay beside him, her amber eyes wide and glinting, staring back at him through the shadows. Her loose t-shirt had ridden up, the edge of her black panties peeking out, her bare thighs pressed against the sheets.
"What?" he murmured, voice rough with sleep, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Can’t sleep?"
She shook her head, silent, her hair fanning across the pillow, a faint flush creeping up her cheeks. The air between them thickened, her gaze locking with his, something unspoken simmering beneath her quiet.
"You know why I came to your room, right?" she asked, her voice low, the flush deepening as her amber eyes held his, bold yet vulnerable.
Kael propped himself on an elbow, his smirk widening. "Because your room smells like sewage?" he teased, knowing full well what she meant, the glint in her eyes too familiar to miss.
Her pout returned, lips pursing in that cute, tsundere way, and she huffed, rolling away. "...I’m going back," she muttered, swinging her legs off the bed and padding toward the door, her t-shirt swaying with each step.
"Rhea, wait!" Kael called, sitting up, but she was already gone, the door clicking shut behind her. He flopped back, running a hand through his hair with a sigh.
Shit.
Maybe he’d pushed too far, dodging her hint, making her spell it out.
He could’ve gotten laid tonight—her flushed face, that look in her eyes—and he’d fumbled it.
Should he go after her?
His body sank into the bed, relaxed, sleep tugging at him. He let it go, eyes drifting shut, the Haven’s quiet lulling him to the edge of dreams.
Minutes later—five, maybe ten—the door clicked open again, soft. Kael’s eyes snapped wide, sleep scattering as Rhea stepped back in, framed in the doorway like a vision.
She wore a green dress, erotic and daring, the fabric a deep emerald that shimmered faintly in the lamplight. It was sheer and slinky, hugging her curves—her full breasts, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips.
The neckline plunged low, her nipples pressing against the thin material, hard and visible, a tease that made his breath catch.
The hem barely grazed her thighs, her black panties—lacy, barely there—peeking out, leaving little to the imagination.
Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders, the vibrant contrast against the green striking, sultry, proving him wrong—he’d thought the colors wouldn’t match, but fuck, they did, and she looked hot.
She leaned against the frame, one hip cocked, amber eyes smoldering as they met his widened stare.
"Realized why I came yet?" she asked, voice a husky drawl, laced with challenge and promise.
Kael’s grin returned, slow and hungry, as he swung his legs off the bed and stood. "You look fucking sexy," he said, voice low, stepping toward her. "Hot as hell in that dress."
She pushed off the frame, meeting him halfway, their bodies drawing close like magnets. Her scent—soap, a hint of her—hit him, clean and intoxicating, and they leaned in, lips closing together in a kiss that ignited the room.
It was fierce, urgent—teeth nipping, tongues tangling, a collision of heat and want.
Her hands fisted his shirt, pulling him closer, her breasts pressing against his chest, the thin dress doing nothing to hide her warmth.
His hands roamed, sliding down her back, cupping her ass through the fabric, squeezing as he deepened the kiss, a low groan rumbling in his throat.
She moaned softly, the sound vibrating against his lips, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
They rubbed against each other, bodies grinding as the kiss stretched on, a slow, sensual dance.
Kael’s hand slipped under the hem of her dress, brushing her bare thigh, then higher, teasing the edge of her panties.
He traced the lace, then slid beneath, his fingers finding her pussy—warm, slick, already wet for him.
"Fuck, Rhea," he murmured against her mouth, stroking her folds, circling her clit with a slow, deliberate pressure that made her gasp.
She rocked into his hand, her breath hitching, a soft "Mmh—" escaping as he slipped a finger inside, her heat enveloping him, tight and needy.
Rhea’s hand dropped, bold and eager, rubbing him through his jeans, her palm pressing against the hard bulge straining there.
"Kael—" she panted, her touch firm, stroking him through the denim, making him groan, his hips bucking into her grip.
They teased each other like that, hands working in sync, kissing messy and deep, the air thick with their breaths and the faint rustle of fabric.
She pulled back, amber eyes blazing, and pushed him gently—firmly—onto his back on the bed, the mattress bouncing under his weight.
"My turn," she purred, kneeling between his legs, her fingers deftly popping the button on his jeans, tugging the zipper down.
She yanked them off, boxers too, freeing his cock—hard, thick, pulsing with need.
Her lips curled into a smirk as she leaned in, her breath hot against him, then took him into her mouth.
Kael’s head tipped back, a rough "Fuck—" spilling out as her tongue swirled around the tip, slow and teasing, before she sank lower, her lips wrapping tight around him.
She sucked, her mouth wet and warm, bobbing with a rhythm that drove him wild—slow pulls, then faster, her hand stroking what she couldn’t take, her red hair brushing his thighs.
He groaned, hips twitching, his hand tangling in her hair, guiding her gently but firmly. "Rhea—shit, that’s good," he rasped, pleasure coiling tight in his gut, her moans humming against him, sending vibrations straight through.
He couldn’t take it long—too good, too much.
He tugged her up, flipping their positions, pinning her on her back with a grin.
"My move," he said, voice rough, peeling her dress up and off, tossing it aside. Her panties followed, leaving her bare, her pussy glistening, pink and swollen from his earlier touch.
He spread her thighs, settling between them, and licked—a slow, broad stroke up her slit, tasting her, sweet and sharp.
She moaned, loud and unrestrained, "Kael—!" her hips bucking as he flicked his tongue over her clit, circling, sucking lightly, his hands pinning her thighs to keep her still.
She writhed, fingers clutching the sheets, her breaths ragged as he worked her, tongue delving deeper, then back to her clit, relentless.
"Fuck—don’t stop—!" she gasped, her voice breaking, and he didn’t, licking and sucking until her thighs trembled, her moans pitching higher.
But he pulled back before she could finish, grinning at her frustrated whimper, and shifted her onto her side.
"More," he murmured, lying behind her, spooning her close. He lifted her leg, hooking it over his hip, and slid into her from behind, his cock stretching her, filling her deep.
"Oh—fuck—!" she cried, her walls clenching tight around him as he thrust, slow at first, then harder, the angle hitting deep, her ass pressing back against him with every stroke.
His hand slid around, cupping her breast, pinching her nipple through the rhythm, her moans spilling free—raw, desperate, echoing in the Haven’s quiet.
They moved together, bodies slick with sweat, the bed creaking under them, her red hair tangling against his chest.
"Kael—harder—!" she panted, and he obliged, thrusting deeper, faster, his hand slipping down to rub her clit, fingers slick with her arousal.
She came apart, a sharp "AHN~!" tearing from her, her pussy pulsing around him, her body shaking as the climax hit.
He groaned, riding her through it, but held back, pulling out with a ragged breath.
"Not done," he growled, flipping her onto her stomach, her ass up, face pressed into the pillow. He knelt behind her, hands gripping her hips, and thrust back in—hard, deep, the slap of skin on skin filling the room.
"Fuck—yes—!" she moaned, muffled but fierce, pushing back to meet him, her fingers clawing the sheets.
He fucked her like that, relentless, his hands roaming her back, her ass, spanking her lightly once—twice—drawing a sharp gasp, her walls tightening around him.
"Kael—shit—!" she cried, her voice breaking, another peak building fast, her body trembling under him.
He felt it too, the edge closing in, but shifted again, pulling her up to straddle him as he lay back.
"Ride me," he rasped, hands guiding her hips as she sank onto him, her pussy swallowing him whole, wet and tight.
She rocked, slow at first, then faster, her breasts bouncing, nipples hard and pink against her flushed skin, amber eyes locked on his.
"Fuck—you’re so good—!" she panted, grinding down, her clit rubbing against him, her moans growing wilder, unrestrained.
He thrust up to meet her, hands squeezing her ass, her thighs, pulling her down harder, the rhythm frantic, primal.
She came again, a loud "AHNN~!" ripping through her, her body seizing, pussy clenching him tight, and he groaned, teetering but holding on.
"One more," he murmured, easing her onto her back, missionary now, her legs wrapping around his waist.
He slid in slow, deep, their bodies pressed close, sweat-slick and trembling.
"Rhea—" he breathed, kissing her, soft at first, then hungry, tongues tangling as he thrust, steady, building.
Her hands roamed his back, nails digging in, her moans muffled against his lips, "Kael—please—!"
They moved together, locked tight, her breasts pressed to his chest, her hips rising to meet him, the intimacy raw and overwhelming.
"Fuck—I’m close—!" she gasped, her voice breaking, and he thrust harder, deeper, feeling her tighten, her climax rising fast.
"Come with me," he growled, his lips brushing hers, and she did—a loud, unrestrained "AHNN~!" shattering the quiet, her pussy pulsing, milking him as she shook beneath him.
He lost it, a rough "Rhea—!" groaning out as he came, spilling into her, hot and thick, his thrusts slowing as the waves crashed through them both.
He collapsed onto her, exhausted, his weight pinning her to the bed, her arms wrapping around him, pulling him close.
She buried his face into her breasts, soft and warm, her fingers threading through his hair as their breaths synced, ragged and spent.
"Fuck... that was...incredible," she panted, voice hoarse, a faint laugh bubbling up.
He nuzzled her chest, grinning against her skin. "Yeah," he murmured.
They lay there, tangled, the Haven’s quiet settling over them, her heartbeat thudding against his cheek as sleep crept in, claiming them both in the afterglow.
