Inside the villa—
Veil gently lifted Harvey's chin. Before she could dodge, his lips captured hers.
It wasn't a hurried conquest, but a slow and deliberate closeness.
Veil took his time, savoring the softness of her lips and the sweetness hidden deeper within. After a while, his lips moved to her forehead and began trailing downward, as though he were memorizing every inch of her skin with his warmth. His touch wasn't offensive, yet it held a dominating tenderness that was impossible to resist.
Harvey's eyes fluttered shut, her breathing growing shallow and uneven. She knew this wasn't the rational choice, yet she didn't push him away.
One arm slipped around her waist, and Veil lifted her gently, placing her down steadily on the living room couch. The night spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm hue over the quiet moment.
She leaned into him, no longer struggling.
