Chapter 49: Satisfaction (M)
One thing Lethia liked about Caelum was his straightforward nature. She didn’t know him well yet, not in depth, not intimately.
But deep down, she was glad that the man who had to see her this vulnerable was Caelum.
At least, there was a strange comfort in knowing how he had kept her scarf all this time. That alone made her curious about him, on a personal level, outside her mission.
"You let me?" Caelum asked teasingly, his fingers stroking gently from her hips down to her lower belly.
Lethia’s breath quickened, but her pride refused to answer that annoyingly teasing question with words.
She pulled herself from clone Caelum’s arms and stood tall. Then, without breaking eye contact, she untied her own panties, slid them down, and stood completely bare before him.
She stepped closer, reached for the bulge pressing through his pants, and traced it slowly with her fingers.
"I won’t beg you, if that’s what you’re hoping for," she said, her feral gaze locked onto his with searing intensity. "Because the moment I pull your pants down... you’ll be the one begging me."
The moment Lethia slipped off her panties, Caelum knew—she had given her consent.
He chuckled, finding it damn cute how she struggled to express what she wanted, yet hid it behind her sharp wits.
He couldn’t help but wonder just how deep her trauma ran, for her to always build up these hard walls, pretending to be tough.