At first, Lethia only wanted to treat what she did with Caelum tonight like any typical one-night stand. No strings, no heart attached—just lust, raw and honest, to satisfy each other's craving.
But fate, of course, had a habit of twisting the simplest plans into something messier.
There was this quiet flutter of comfort in Lethia's chest, the way Caelum treated her so gently, like she was more than just a body. Somehow, after tonight, she didn't think she'd shut herself off if the chance to know him deeper came knocking.
Caelum laid her down again on the bed.
But this time, something had shifted. He felt more possessive—his hands wasted no time, already roaming over her body like he owned every damn inch.
Their lips still tangled in a heated kiss, one of Caelum's hands began caressing her thigh. Maybe he was losing patience, because he kept squeezing it like she was a soft sponge made just for his grip.
