They just sat there, completely relaxed.
Watching him.
Owning the room without doing anything at all.
And Ethan?
He could barely move.
His throat was dry. His pulse had picked up. And despite everything he'd seen and done that day, this moment made it all feel distant.
Because right now, nothing else mattered.
Just the slow burn building behind his eyes.
And the quiet hum in his chest.
Lilith stood first, letting her crossed leg uncurl in one slow, smooth movement. Her chest shifted as she moved, the soft swell of her breasts pressing against the thin fabric as she stepped toward him.
Her hips swayed with each step, graceful, controlled, like she was gliding instead of walking.
She stopped just in front of him.
Close enough that he could feel the warmth from her skin.
Close enough to smell the faint scent of lavender clinging to her hair.
She leaned in, slow and deliberate.
Her lips brushed beside his ear, and her voice dropped to a whisper.
