Olivia turned her face aside, but there was nowhere safe to look. The mirror of the room, the bed, the locked door — all of it only reminded her where she was and what she was allowing.
"You are being filthy," she whispered.
"Yes."
He lifted one hand and brushed the pad of his thumb over her left nipple, watching the way her body jerked in response. The peak was so tight now that even that light touch made her breath stutter.
"We already had sex, Mother. I already felt how your pussy felt, and you felt how good my cock was. We are way beyond that."
The raw honesty of it, paired with the vulgar tone, made the moment heavier than anything soft could have managed.
Olivia's breath caught hard.
"But… Kraven… that is a big leap," she said, her face flushed deep with shame and heat at once.
Julian smiled.
"So you are not actually refusing. You are just shy."
Her eyes flicked to him. The correction landed too accurately for her to hide behind.
"That is not—" she began.
