CHAPTER 170: SHAKING

The room fell quiet, save for the sharp edge of his breath and the soft rise and fall of hers.

Nellie stayed still beneath him, her ass glistening with his release, thighs faintly shaking.

Lor smoothed his hands over her hips, down to the curves he’d just used, spreading her cheeks once more to admire the mess he’d made, then leaned down and kissed the back of her neck.

"You have no idea how fucking good that was," he murmured, lips brushing warm skin, voice thick and low, still dazed.

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The air in Nellie’s room was thick with heat, the faint lavender scent now laced with the raw musk of their shared intensity.

Lor knelt beside her, tissues in hand, his fingers gentle as they swiped along the warm curve of her back, tracing the dip of her spine to clean the sticky traces he’d left.

Nellie lay still, her cheek pressed against her folded arms, her ash-brown braids spilling across the pale blue rug like dark rivers.

Her gray eyes, half-lidded behind her glasses, flicked toward him only when he leaned into her line of sight, her freckles glowing faintly against her flushed skin.

When he finished, he tossed the tissues aside and smoothed a hand over her freshly cleaned skin, his touch lingering on the soft swell of her hips.

"There," he murmured, his voice low and warm, "good as new."

He sat back on his heels, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"Thank you... and that’s half an hour. You did well, Nellie."

But Nellie didn’t rise.

Instead, she pushed herself up onto her elbows, turning her head to face him fully.

Her gray eyes held something new—not the shy hesitation he’d come to expect, but a quiet, steady resolve that caught him off guard.

Before he could speak, she shifted, sitting up in one fluid motion, her braids swaying, her bare breasts catching the golden light filtering through the window.

In a heartbeat, she leaned in and kissed him.

Lor froze for a split second, startled by the sudden heat of her lips, soft but insistent, carrying a hunger he hadn’t anticipated.

Then he melted into it, kissing her back, tasting the warmth of her mouth, sweet with a hint of the sugared pear from lunch.

Her lips pressed harder, decisive, her breath quickening against his.

When she pulled back, her cheeks were flushed a deep rose, but her gaze was unwavering.

"You got what you wanted," she said quietly, her voice steady despite the tremor in her breath.

Then she leaned back on her hands, her knees parting slowly, deliberately, until she was spread open before him on the rug.

The sight stole the air from his lungs.

Her pale thighs framed the soft, glistening pink of her core, still flushed and slick from their earlier intimacy.

Her fingers moved to her folds, spreading herself gently, baring herself completely to his gaze.

"Now," she said, her voice low but firm, "I want this."

Lor’s throat went dry, his pulse hammering.

"You... really..." he managed, his eyes locked on the inviting heat she offered, the vulnerability and boldness twined together in her posture.

She gave a small, impatient nod, her eyes glinting as she tilted her head. "Yes."

He sent a silent prayer of thanks to whatever gods might be listening and moved forward on his knees, his hands finding her thighs with a reverence that belied the heat coursing through him.

"Then you’ll have it," he murmured, his voice rough with want.

He leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that started slow, savoring the warmth of her mouth, his tongue teasing hers with a languid rhythm.

His fingers stroked the insides of her thighs, tracing the soft, warm skin, inching closer to her heat.

When his fingertips brushed her slick folds, she gasped into his mouth, her hips twitching toward his touch.

Lor took his time, his fingers exploring her with careful precision, tracing the edges of her entrance before circling higher to find the sensitive bud above.

Nellie shivered, her breath catching in a soft moan, her thighs trembling under his touch.

The sound was intoxicating, urging him to linger, to tease, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles until her hips rocked gently against him.

He eased her down onto her back, her braids fanning around her head like a dark halo, her gray eyes hazy with need.

Settling between her knees, he held himself above her, one hand gripping his cock, still hard and heavy, the other resting lightly on her thigh.

He slid the tip along her folds, coating himself in her wetness, the slick heat making him groan low in his throat.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice a low rumble, his eyes searching hers.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely a breath, her hands clutching the rug.

He pressed forward, slow and careful, the head of his cock pushing past her entrance, her tight heat yielding to him inch by inch.

Nellie gasped, her thighs tensing, then relaxing as he eased deeper, filling her completely.

Lor groaned, the snug grip of her around him almost overwhelming, a perfect heat that made his head spin.

He paused when he was fully inside, letting her adjust, his hands smoothing over her hips, grounding them both.

"Feels so good," he murmured, leaning down to kiss her again, his lips brushing hers with a tenderness that contrasted the fire building between them.

His first thrusts were slow, gentle, the slide in and out a steady rhythm that let them both savor the connection.

Nellie’s lips parted, soft, breathless sounds escaping her as her body adjusted to his.

Her eyes stayed on his face, wide and trusting, the flush on her cheeks spreading to her chest, her freckles glowing like scattered embers.

As the minutes stretched, her hips began to rise to meet his, tentative at first, then with growing confidence.

Her hands moved from the rug to his shoulders, fingers digging in lightly, pulling him closer.

"Lor..." she breathed, her voice trembling with need, her thighs shifting to wrap around his waist.