"Fine"
Silence ___
The air thickened again, suspense wrapping around Freya like a vise as Kael's presence evaporated—no sound, no scent, just the void.
She stood by the stove, blindfold tight, her senses clawing through the darkness.
The chicken sizzled softly, its savory edge her lifeline, but he was gone. Her skin buzzed, anticipation twisting low in her belly, every inch of her primed for his next move.
A faint hum sliced the silence—a low, insistent vibration.
Before she could react, a wave of pleasure crashed between her thighs, the pulsing sensation pressing right against her clit, relentless and breathtaking.
"Ahhhn~!" A loud, primal moan ripped from her throat, her knees buckling as she dropped to the floor, gasping, hands scrabbling at the tiles.
The vibration thrummed through her pants, teasing her clit with wicked precision, leaving her breathless and drenched.
