The heavy chirping of birds pulled Lia from her deep sleep. She blinked groggily, trying to adjust her sight. The room spun slightly, her body still heavy with fatigue from the previous days. She sat up in her queen-sized bed, rubbing her eyes and taking in her surroundings. The house was eerily quiet, too quiet.
Pulling the covers aside, Lia revealed her green, midi-length silk nightgown that complemented her chocolate-toned skin. Her stomach growled loudly, reminding her she hadn't eaten since the night before. She reached for her phone on the bedside table and gasped when she saw the time—8:54 PM.
"Seriously? I slept the whole day?" she whispered to herself, running a hand through her messy braided curls.
Sliding her feet into fluffy indoor slippers, she opened her bedroom door cautiously, listening for signs of life. Nothing. The lights in the hallway were off, and the house felt like a ghost town. She wondered briefly if anyone was home.
Her thoughts drifted to Rhys. Was he here? And if he was, how would he act around her now? Would he keep their interactions hidden, ignoring her in front of Jasmine? The thought made her stomach twist. Jasmine wasn't the forgiving type, and their past conflicts were still fresh in Lia's mind.
"Don't overthink it, Lia," she murmured, shaking her head as though that could erase the swirling doubts.
Making her way to the kitchen, she opened drawers and cupboards, searching for something simple to make. Her stomach ached with hunger, but nothing seemed appetizing. Finally, she settled on oatmeal, topping it with red grapes, chopped green apples, and a mix of walnuts, almonds, and cashews.
As she stood by the counter, eating quietly, the front door creaked open. Her heart jumped, and she instinctively ducked behind the counter, clutching her bowl. Please, just go away.
But footsteps approached, steady and deliberate. Lia shut her eyes, wishing she could disappear. A shadow loomed over her, and her heart sank. Jasmine? No, please, not now.
She stood, ready to face the intruder, but the sight that met her eyes made her breath hitch. Rhys stood there, his shirt unbuttoned, his chest heaving like he'd just run a marathon. His gaze locked onto hers, intense and predatory.
"Rhys," she whispered, unsure if she was relieved or terrified.
He didn't say a word. Instead, he stepped closer, his dark eyes burning with hunger. Lia backed away instinctively until her back hit the counter. Before she could protest, his lips crashed down onto hers, claiming her in a fiery kiss.
Her oatmeal bowl slipped from her hands and clattered onto the counter. Rhys didn't care. He hoisted her up effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed her against the refrigerator. His kisses were desperate, his hands roaming her body as if he couldn't get enough.
"I've been thinking about you all day," he muttered against her lips, his voice rough with need.
Lia shivered, her mind spinning as he carried her to the living room. He sank onto the couch, settling her in his lap so she straddled him. She could feel his arousal pressing against her, and the heat between them intensified.
Fuck, Lia," he growled, his voice thick with need. Rhys groans, the sound like music to her ears, pouring encouragement into her every movement. The tension in the room thickened, electrifying the very air they breathed.
"Come on, fuck me right now."
As if compelled by her words, Rhys lost all sense of reasoning with his hands on either side of her waist, he pushed her and held her down so his erection was stabbing into her. An animalistic growl elicited from him causing goosebumps to run through her skin.
The atmosphere crackled with tension, neither of them noticing the faint creak of the staircase.
Unbeknownst to them, Jasmine stood in the shadows, her fists clenched tightly. Her blood boiled as she watched the scene unfold before her. Unable to take any more, she spun on her heel and disappeared into the darkness.
Back in the living room, Lia's hands reached for Rhys' belt, her fingers fumbling with the buckle. Just as she was about to undo it, a voice called out from upstairs. "Has that grandson of mine finally decided to come home?"
Lia froze, her eyes wide with panic. She jumped off Rhys as if burned, pulling him with her and hiding him behind the kitchen counter. Rhys smirked, clearly enjoying her flustered state, but Lia shot him a glare that promised retribution.
She quickly grabbed her bowl of oatmeal, pretending to eat as Rose, Rhys' grandmother, descended the stairs. The older woman's sharp gaze landed on Lia.
"And who might you be?" Rose asked, her tone curious but firm.
"I…" Lia stammered, her cheeks heating under the scrutiny. She straightened her nightgown, her mind racing for an explanation. Before she could respond, Rhys' hand slid up her thigh, his fingers teasing her mercilessly.
"R-Rhys' ward," she blurted out, her voice shaky.
Rose raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "You don't look alright, child. Are you feeling okay?"
"I'm fine!" Lia squeaked, her voice going an octave higher. She coughed awkwardly, trying to cover her reaction as Rhys' fingers continued their mischief. "Just…a bit of a cold."
Rose's gaze shifted to the bowl of oatmeal, thickening with time. "You might want to remake that,"
Lia forced a smile, her dimples showing. "I will. Thank you, ma'am."
"You're polite," Rose remarked, her expression softening. "Not what I expected.''
Lia's breath hitched as Rhys' fingers pushed deeper, her knees threatening to buckle. She could feel her wetness slipping down her inner thigh to the shiny marble ground. she gripped the counter for support. Rose's sharp eyes lingered on Lia for a moment longer before she turned to head back upstairs. "Rest up. We'll talk more in the morning."
As she disappeared, Lia released a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. But her relief was short-lived as the older woman turned to ascend the stairs, she paused, casting a side-eye at Lia. "Oh, by the way, you haven't seen my grandson by any chance, have you?"
"Uh, n-no, not at all!" Lia stammered, her heart racing.
Rose's gaze lingered on her, searching, before she finally smiled and ascended the stairs, leaving Lia too hazy to figure out what that smile meant. Rhys wasted no time, lifting her onto the counter and burying his face between her thighs.
"Rhys!" she hissed, her voice a harsh whisper. "Your grandmother is upstairs!"
"And?" he muttered, his lips grazing her skin.
"You're insane!"
"Only for you," he replied with a wicked grin.
"Rhys!" Lia gasped as his mouth found her wetness, lapping and sucking with irresistible fervor. Her hands flew to her mouth, stifling her moans as pleasure coursed through her. Waves of ecstasy washed over her, and she desperately tried to control her breathing, knowing they still had to keep quiet.
"God, Lia," he murmured against her heated skin. "You're tasting exquisite."
"Just… keep going," she urged breathlessly, lost in the sensations his mouth was bringing her, oblivious to the rest of the world.
Lia closed her eyes as he continued to worship her, coaxing her closer to the edge while she went over the moon with pleasure, every wave crashing higher than the last.
She tried to maintain a semblance of decorum with all her strength, but she couldn't hold on any longer. "Just don't stop! I—"
But Rhys didn't hear her, entirely absorbed in his own world of lust, blissfully unaware of the thin line they were treading. When Rhys finally pulled back, he licked the juice she released around his mouth, his lips glistening, he looked up at her with a smug expression.
"Feel better?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.
Lia glared at him, her cheeks flushed. "You're impossible."
"And you love it," he shot back, capturing her lips in another heated kiss.
Despite her exasperation, Lia couldn't help but smile against his lips, tasting herself on him. For all his chaos, Rhys was the one person who could make her forget everything else—and that terrified and thrilled her in equal measure.
But as the shadows in the house shifted, and secrets lingered in every corner, Lia couldn't shake the feeling that things were becoming far more complicated than she had anticipated.
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Jasmine sauntered into the room, dropping her bag onto the couch with a dramatic flair. "Well well," he said as she rolled her eyes playfully. "I thought you were going to ignore me for the rest of our lives." Fado grinned wolfishly, his eyes darkening with desire. "Shut up!" she retorted, the challenge in her voice clear. Jasmine couldn't resist the opportunity to bring him to his knees. She moved towards him, her hips swaying seductively beneath her short pink leather skirt. As she approached, Fado licked his lips in anticipation, his gaze locked onto her tantalizing form. When she was within arm's reach, she leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. "Just kiss me," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. Without wasting a moment, Fado wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her onto his lap. His hands roamed possessively over her curves, sliding beneath the hem of her skirt for her panties. The fabric was no match for his burning passion, and it tore away easily under his expert touch. Jasmine's exposed flesh sent a shiver down her spine, a delicious mix of pleasure and excitement coursing through her veins. Fado's fingers continued their exploration, tracing the outline of her most intimate parts. When he finally allowed his fingertips to make contact with her slick folds, Jasmine couldn't help but let out a moan of pure ecstasy. Her eyes fluttered closed, her entire body trembling with need. Determined to drive him just as wild with desire, Jasmine reached down and began to unfasten Fado's pants. As she freed his throbbing erection, a wicked smile curved her lips. She wasted no time in wrapping her soft, warm hand around his impressive girth. Fado groaned, the sound low and guttural, as Jasmine began to stroke him firmly, her movements confident and skilled. She watched him intently, her eyes never leaving his face as she continued her sensual assault on his senses. As Fado's breathing grew more ragged and his muscles tensed beneath her touch, Jasmine lowered her head to take him into her mouth. The sensation of her hot, wet tongue enveloping his sensitive flesh sent a shockwave of pleasure coursing through Fado's entire being. He couldn't help himself as he tangled his fingers in her hair, gripping tightly as he began to thrust his hips upward, driving himself deeper into her welcoming warmth. Jasmine eagerly accepted his advances, her own moans of pleasure vibrating against his hard length. Fado's grip on her hair tightened, and he pulled her head back roughly, exposing her slender neck. With a devilish grin, he leaned in close, his lips brushing against her flushed skin. "Fuck," he growled, his voice heavy with lust. "You're just as good as I remember, if not better." Jasmine responded by increasing the tempo of her strokes, her hand moving rapidly up and down his shaft. She could feel him getting closer to the edge with each passing moment, his body tensing beneath her touch. Suddenly, Fado withdrew from her mouth, his breathing laboured as he fought to maintain control over his own desires. With a swift movement, he stood up, his eyes never leaving hers as he stripped off the remainder of his clothing. Jasmine's breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of his naked body, every inch of him muscular and sculpted to perfection. She felt a renewed wave of desire wash over her, more powerful than anything she had experienced before. Fado moved behind her, his hands finding her wrists and securing them together with his necktie. With a wicked smirk, he positioned her so that she was bent over the couch in front of a huge mirror, her back arching gracefully as she submitted herself to his every whim. As Fado slid her skirt up around her waist, the cool air of the room sent a shiver down Jasmine's spine. She felt completely exposed and vulnerable in that moment, yet there was something undeniably thrilling about surrendering herself so completely to him. Fado looked at their reflection in the mirror, a wicked smile on his face. His fingers trailed lightly over the curves of her bare ass, causing Jasmine to squirm beneath his touch. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure as he dipped his fingertips between her legs, gently probing at her slick entrance. "Stick it in me," Jasmine demanded, her voice dripping with lust. Fado obliged, positioning himself behind her and guiding the swollen head of his cock to her waiting pussy. With one smooth thrust, he pushed himself deep inside of her, filling her completely. Jasmine cried out, the sound a mixture of surprise and pure, unadulterated pleasure. Fado began to move within her, his thrusts slow and measured at first, but quickly growing more urgent and demanding. Jasmine pushed back against him, her body eagerly seeking out more of the exquisite pleasure that he was offering her. As Fado's pace increased, Jasmine felt her own arousal reaching new heights. She could hear the wet, slapping sounds of their passionate coupling, and the erotic symphony only served to heighten her own arousal. Fado reached around her body, his fingers finding her breasts beneath the now-loose fabric of her tube top. He squeezed her nipples firmly between his thumb and forefinger, causing Jasmine to cry out in ecstasy. "Yes!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with desire. "Harder! Faster! Deeper!" Fado responded by increasing the tempo of his thrusts, driving himself into her with a force that threatened to shatter her very soul. Jasmine could feel her entire body trembling with the intensity of her pleasure, her heart pounding furiously against her ribcage. As they continued to move together in a perfect harmony of flesh against flesh, Fado leaned in close to her ear. "So," he panted, his voice low and gravelly. "Tell me, why did you come to see me?" Jasmine's response 'Well you invited me didn't you?' She said gasping a moan, her words lost amidst the torrent of pleasure that was coursing through her veins. All she could do was surrender herself completely to the overwhelming sensations that were coursing through her body. Fado continued to thrust into her with relentless fervour snickering wickedly to the mirror all the while. His hands never leaving her body as he sought to drive her ever closer to the precipice of ecstasy. And when they finally reached the peak of their shared passion, Jasmine felt herself shattering into a million glittering pieces, her entire being consumed by the pure, unadulterated bliss of their climactic union.