Eva's fingers pinched Lor's nipples one last time, her tongue swirling furiously, and Lor groaned.
She pulled back, her green eyes wide, her knit top disheveled, blue lace peeking as she panted, her full chest heaving.
Olivia slid off Lor, her legs shaky, her black lace panties and pants hastily pulled back on, her hazel eyes half-lidded with lingering pleasure.
"I… I'm sorry," she stammered, her face burning as she avoided Lor's gaze. "I didn't mean to… you know… on your face."
Lor sat up, wiping his face and his lips with the back of his hand, his black hair a mess, his hazel eyes glinting with amusement.
His lips quirked, a warmth softening his gaze.
"It's fine, Olivia," he said, his voice gentle but firm, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.
"The Light demanded it, and you gave it. No shame in that." His words steadied her, her hazel eyes softening as she nodded, a flicker of gratitude in her flushed smile.
