Chapter 79: pounded
"I’ve got a gift for you, Kael"
Kael’s heart thundered, a primal rhythm in his chest, as Rhea stood before him, her superhero costume a crimson fantasy that had burned in his mind since the day she first wore it.
The fabric traced every curve of her toned body, accentuating the swell of her hips, the taut lines of her thighs, and the fierce, magnetic allure that radiated from her.
Her amber eyes smoldered, twin embers burning with intent, and her sultry smile was a vow—a promise of pleasure so consuming it drowned out the doubts clawing at the edges of his mind.
This wasn’t just seduction.
It was Rhea staking her claim, a silent declaration of victory in the unspoken war with Freya for his desire.
The thought of Freya’s icy beauty flickered briefly, but Rhea’s presence burned it away.
She was fire, raw and unyielding, and Kael wanted to be consumed.
She stepped closer, her gaze never leaving his, her scent—smoke and spice, with a hint of something feral—enveloping him like a spell. His breath hitched, his body responding before his mind could catch up, a tightening coil of need low in his core.
Her gloved hands, brushed his thighs, the lightest graze of leather against denim igniting his skin.
The sensation was electric, a spark that raced up his spine and settled heavy in his groin.