Chapter 39: Softcore, Hardcore (R18)
Corven barely had time to blink before Rose was straddling his lap.
Her thighs pressed against his hips, firm and warm. She leaned in close, her breath hitting his cheek, smelling faintly of blood.
Her lips were parted, her eyes locked on his, glowing faintly with that same red hue he’d seen downstairs.
"Still with me?" she asked, voice low, teasing.
He nodded slowly, his hands settling on her waist. "Barely. You’re really not gonna let me catch my breath, huh?"
"Nope," she grinned, pressing her body closer. Her chest brushed against his, soft and warm through her thin lingerie. "You were the one who picked the drink. You deal with it."
Her fingers slid behind his neck, pulling him into a kiss—deep and hot, no hesitation. Their mouths moved in sync.
Tongues met, wet and needy, a quiet mmf escaping from both of them. The haze in Corven’s head thickened as she kissed him harder, shifting against his lap.
He could feel her through the fabric. Damp. Hot.
The thin material of his pants didn’t hide the growing pressure. His breath hitched when she rolled her hips again, slowly, dragging along his erection.
"Fuck..." he muttered.
"Yeah," she whispered into his mouth. "Exactly."