Rhea was watching his face like a drug dealer gauging her favorite addict, feeding him microdoses of ecstasy, knowing the explosion would come soon—and hard.
He kissed her again, then her cheek, then lower—jaw, neck—his lips dragging along her throat like he wanted to mark her.
"You're not playing fair," he growled softly, biting just below her ear.
"I'm not here to play fair," she replied, her voice breathless but sharp. "I'm here to fuck."
Kael's cock jerked against her.
Her body pressed closer, her pussy sliding along the head again, pushing just hard enough to make them both shiver, then pulling back, a rhythm of cruelty and seduction. Her breath was ragged now, too, but she was holding the reins.
Then he slid his hand up from her ass, underwater, to her breast. He cupped it, thumb brushing her nipple once—slow, light, enough to make her inhale sharp.
