Riven leaned close, lips brushing her ear, his voice low and sultry. “You’re responding beautifully… just let me keep you warm while he pleases you,” he murmured, smirk wicked. His touch was soft, meant to heighten every sensation without stealing the focus.
Alina’s chest heaved, cheeks flushed, pulse hammering. “Kael…” she breathed, words barely audible, full of desire and anticipation.
Kael stepped closer, the shadows of the room bending around him, eyes dark, intense, and mesmerizing. “Good,” he said, voice low, husky, commanding. “That’s exactly how I want you—focused, aware, every nerve alert, every thread of your mark alive.”
Alina trembled under his gaze, body shivering as Riven continued his teasing her body with flickers of flame, making her respond in ways that made her cheeks
