Chapter 72: Yes
Freya’s body trembled, her thighs rubbing together, desperate to grind against Kael’s cock and chase the release she’d finally admitted she craved.
Her "Yes" hung in the air, a fragile surrender, and yet he hadn’t moved, hadn’t claimed her as she’d expected.
Her pussy ached, slick and throbbing, her pride a shattered thing begging for relief.
What’s he waiting for?
"Put it in yourself, then," Kael said, his voice shifting—sharp, commanding, stripped of the sultry purr that had unraveled her.
It stunned her, a cold splash against her fevered skin.
She’d thought he’d pounce, take her the moment she broke, but now his cock pulled back, leaving her empty, wanting.
Her blindfold hid her wide-eyed shock, her pulse hammering as confusion mixed with arousal.
Kael’s hand found hers, gentle but firm, guiding her trembling fingers to his length—hard, thick, pulsing under her touch.
Her heart raced, arousal spiking as he murmured, "Here. Your turn," his tone slipping back to sultry, a velvet lure.
He released her hand, his fingers settling softly on her waist, holding her with a deceptive lightness.