Chapter 31: Fire and Ice - 11
The room smelled of mint and silk, the air heavy with steam from the bath Kio had drawn earlier, its warmth lingering like a soft embrace.
Moonlight spilled across the bed in pale stripes, cutting through the haze, casting a silver glow over the worn floorboards and iron bedframe.
Mira stood by the window, nude but not flaunting, her bronze skin luminous, her full breasts rising gently, her toned stomach taut above the flare of her hips.
Her rounded, firm ass caught the light, her long, muscular legs steady, her bare pussy a subtle curve beneath her mound, her red hair spilling wild over her shoulders, framing her sharp jaw and full lips.
Her amber eyes watched the night stretch quiet beyond the glass, her fireblood calm, a gentle ember.
She didn’t turn when Kio entered, his steps silent, his presence a quiet tide.
"No ice tonight," she said, her voice low, soft, not teasing but certain.
He paused by the door, his dark eyes tracing her form, steady and unhurried.
"No rope," she added, turning to face him, her eyes soft, unguarded, no smirk, just trust. "Just you."