Chapter 117: Witches
Lor paused, his hazel eyes flicking to her. "All I ever heard was that witches are... shady. Seductresses. They trap men. Suck out their souls or eat their bones or something. Cursed women."
Kiara’s laughter burst out, rich and melodic, her full breasts heaving as she threw her head back. "And you still asked me out."
Lor shrugged, a grin tugging at his lips. "Took my chances."
"You’re lucky I didn’t flay you alive," she teased, her thighs shifting on the bench, her pussy still sensitive under her panties.
"You’re lucky I didn’t run screaming," he shot back, his hazel eyes glinting with playful defiance.
Kiara’s eyes glinted, but her voice turned softer, more serious, her smile lingering before melting into something heavier.
She leaned back on her hands, ankles swinging as she stared at the ceiling, her blouse slipping open to reveal more of her cleavage.
"You were half right," she said, her voice quieter now, almost reverent. "And half really wrong."
Lor raised a brow, his bare chest rising with a slow breath, intrigued.
Kiara continued, her gaze dropping back to him, her icy blue eyes intense.
"Witches are dangerous. But not in the way they tell you. You see, witches... we’re not monsters. We’re not murderers or soul-snatchers."
She looked directly at him, her voice low, intimate. "We’re women who love too much."