Rhea's smirk glowed in the dim light, sharp and sultry, her amber eyes half-lidded with a knowing heat as her hands glided up Kael's chest.
Her fingers moved with a delicate precision, skimming over his gray tee, careful to trace around the tender bruises blooming beneath, igniting a slow, simmering warmth that spread through him.
She pressed closer, her curves a soft, tantalizing pressure against his frame, the red dress clinging to her like a lover's touch—its tight fabric sculpting the swell of her hips, the rise of her chest, her scarred thighs brushing his sweats with a whisper of friction.
Kael's breath caught, a shiver threading through him as he gripped her waist, the slick material of her dress warm under his palms, her heat radiating into his core.
"Idiot," she purred, her voice a husky caress, lips brushing his—soft and teasing at first, then deepening with a hunger that tasted of salt, desire, and a wild, unspoken fire.
He groaned into her kiss, the world shrinking to the velvet heat of her mouth, his tongue meeting hers in a deep, reckless dance. His hands roamed lower, fingers sinking gently into the weave of her dress, pulling her flush against him with care to avoid pressing too hard.
She nipped his lip, a quick, sharp tease that drew a hiss from him, melting into a grin as the spark flared hotter.
"Easy," she murmured, her smirk grazing his lips, hands framing his face—thumbs gliding over his jaw, skirting the bruised edges with a tenderness that wove softness into her blaze.
Her gentle touch stoked the tide of want surging through him, his sweats tightening as he pressed himself against her, craving her closeness.
The cot creaked as she nudged him back, springs humming a low tune. Her knees parted, straddling him with fluid grace, the red dress riding up to reveal the smooth expanse of her thighs.
She rocked against him, slow and sensual, her hips a hypnotic rhythm that brushed lightly over his tender ribs, sending waves of heat coiling through his core. His hands slid upward, mapping her waist, her back, knuckles grazing the dress's edge with a reverent touch.
Rhea's breath hitched, amber eyes flaring with molten light, and she tugged his tee higher—nails grazing his skin with the faintest sting, peeling the fabric away carefully to bare his chest, mindful of the bruises shadowing his skin.
She leaned in, lips brushing his collarbone with a featherlight kiss, her warmth a live current that set his nerves alight, her scent wrapping around him like a spell.
Kael's grin flashed, hazel eyes glinting with mischief as he flipped her beneath him—the cot groaning, her back sinking into the mattress, red dress fanning across gray sheets like a spill of molten desire.
He hovered over her, sweats slung low on his hips, hands parting her thighs—scarred skin trembling warm under his gentle grip, yielding to him with a shiver.
"You're killing me," he rasped, voice rough with need, lips grazing her neck where her pulse leaped, her scent sharp and intoxicating, a blend of sweat and her essence.
She arched into him, the dress clinging to her curves, and tugged his sweats down—fingers swift yet cautious, brushing against him as he sprang free, her smirk widening at the low, hungry sound he made.
"Good," she hissed, legs hooking around his hips, pulling him close—guiding him with a careful tug until he sank into her, her gasp a raw, sweet note as their gazes locked, amber meeting hazel in a blaze of connection.
He moved slow at first, each thrust a steady burn of pleasure, her dress bunching higher with every roll of his hips, crimson teasing against her flushed skin. Rhea's moans spilled free—soft whispers building to throaty cries—her hands roaming his back, tracing around his bruises with a lover's care, nails grazing only where it wouldn't sting.
"Fuck, Kael," she breathed, voice trembling with intensity, hips rising to meet his in a rhythm that pulsed with wild, tender need.
He groaned, rough and low, hands gripping her thighs—her dress a slick, fleeting barrier as he moved deeper, her warmth tight and electric, urging him faster.
She pushed back, breathless and grinning, then spun beneath him—knees sinking into the cot, dress hiked to her waist as she arched, amber eyes glinting over her shoulder with a challenge.
Kael's hands claimed her hips, sliding up with a slow, reverent touch—peeling the red fabric away inch by inch, unveiling her flushed, scarred skin.
He pressed into her—deep, steady—hands gliding to her breasts, squeezing with a firm yet gentle grip, thumbs brushing peaks that drew a gasp from her lips, a jolt of heat rippling through them both.
She rocked back, meeting him with wild abandon—her cry sharp and sweet, his groan ragged as he thrust faster, the cot creaking beneath their fervor.
The dress tangled at her knees, then slipped free—red pooling aside, her body bare and trembling as he drove into her, hands kneading her chest with care, every touch a spark in the haze of their desire.
Sweat glistened on their skin—her hair a crimson cascade over the sheets, his breath hot against her neck—and they shattered together, her cry piercing the air, his growl a primal echo as heat surged between them like a breaking wave. She slumped forward, the cot sagging beneath her, and Kael followed, collapsing beside her, chest heaving, the world softened to a warm, hazy glow.
Rhea curled into him—naked, flushed, her scarred skin a tender warmth against his—her hair fanning over his chest, amber eyes fluttering shut in sated peace.
His arm draped over her, heavy and spent, sweats lost somewhere in the tangle, the lock-up plan a distant whisper, consumed by the fire of her presence.
The night dissolved into soft caresses, heated murmurs, and unspoken vows. The red dress joined the pile of discarded clothes on the floor, forgotten beside Kael's.
As dawn's first light slipped through the window's cracks, their bodies lay entwined beneath the sheets, deep asleep.