Chapter 22: Want a Tour?
Rose was still in his lap.
Her breath warmed his neck, her hips slowly rocking in gentle aftershocks as Corven’s fingers continued their slow, deliberate rhythm inside her—less urgency now, more tenderness. There was no rush. Just motion, heat, and the quiet pulse of her pleasure as it rose again in delicate waves.
She whimpered softly, her lips brushing his collarbone, her nails dragging faint lines down his back.
"Still...?" she breathed.
He smiled against her skin. "You don’t seem like you’re stopping anytime soon."
"Not at all."
Corven’s fingers moved again, curling with practiced care, his thumb brushing where she was most sensitive—eliciting another tremble from her body. She clung to him, her form molded perfectly against his, like she had always belonged there.
Minutes passed, or maybe longer. Time had lost meaning. The cave felt timeless—silent but alive with breath and skin and touch.
But then...
A faint breeze stirred.
Rose’s eyes blinked open first, confusion flickering across her face as she turned toward the cave’s mouth.
Moonlight.