Chapter 165

KYLIAN'S POV

I stood at the edge of the bed, gazing down at her. Lorraine laid sprawled across the sheets, her body glowing softly in the light, waiting for me—no, inviting me, as if every part of her was meant to be touched, savored. My eyes trailed down, lingering on the wetness between her thighs, already pulsing with need. The sight alone sent a ripple of heat through my cock.

Propped on her elbow, she grinned. That laugh—God, that laugh always tugged at something deep within me, a place I didn’t even know existed until her.

“You're so dramatic, Kylian,” she teased “Hurry up. I’m running out of patience.”

I chuckled softly, pulling down my briefs. Her eyes widened, darkening with hunger as she swallowed, watching every movement with eager anticipation.

As I moved over her, positioning myself so that my body hovered just above hers, the heat between us became obvious. Our lips met briefly—soft, teasing—before I pulled back, reveling in the way her lashes fluttered closed and her