becoming his succubus

chapter 3

They arrived at her apartment building, sharing a glance that spoke volumes. No hesitation. No second-guessing. As they stepped inside, the door clicked shut behind them, sealing off the outside world. In the dim light of her living room, Jason stepped closer, his hands finding her waist again—more confident this time, as if claiming something he had been holding back for too long.

"I’ve been thinking about this moment," he murmured, his lips hovering just above hers.

"What are you waiting for?" Zara challenged, pulling him even closer.

Their lips collided again, this time with more urgency, more hunger. Jason’s hands roamed down her back, pressing her body against his. The heat between them was undeniable, a force neither of them could resist.

As the kiss deepened, his fingers slipped to her thighs, lifting her up effortlessly. Zara gasped against his lips, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her toward the bedroom, their mouths never parting. The air was thick with desire, every touch igniting a spark that spread like wildfire.

Once inside, he gently laid her on the bed, his body hovering above hers. His gaze roamed over her, admiration and longing reflected in his dark eyes.

"You’re incredible," he whispered.

"I want you," she breathed, her fingers trailing down his chest, feeling the tension coiled beneath his skin.

With that, Jason pressed his body against hers, their heat merging in a tantalizing dance. His hands explored her curves, memorizing every inch of her with featherlight touches that sent shivers down her spine.

"Tell me what you want," he murmured against her skin, his lips trailing slow, heated kisses down her neck.

"I want to feel you," she gasped, her body arching toward him, craving more of his touch.

He captured her lips again, the kiss a perfect blend of passion and urgency. His hands found the hem of her dress, slowly lifting it, revealing her skin to his hungry gaze. The moment felt like a dream, a beautiful, uncharted exploration of their desires.

"You’re stunning," he whispered, his fingers grazing her thighs, igniting a fire within her.

With a swift motion, he shed his shirt, revealing his toned physique. Zara’s breath hitched at the sight of him, her fingers tracing the hard planes of his chest. Their bodies intertwined, each caress and kiss deepening the connection between them. The boundaries of their friendship had long since melted away, leaving only raw desire and a newfound intimacy that neither had anticipated.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. They were lost in each other, a whirlwind of passion and longing, ready to embark on a journey neither of them had been prepared for—but neither wanted to stop.