The night had deepened, draping the room in shadows broken only by the faint amber glow from the bedside lamp. The silence was no longer quiet—it was electric, pulsing with breath and skin and unspoken want.
Liora was caught between them, her body cradled by warmth and desire. One hand behind her—Kael's—traced the curve of her spine, his lips finding the soft slope of her shoulder. From the front, Riven's mouth moved lower, his breath sending shivers as he kissed across her collarbone, then lower still.
Her gasp was soft, but the effect was powerful. Kael tightened his arm around her waist, drawing her back to him as he whispered her name into the crook of her neck.
"You feel like fire," he murmured, voice rough with restraint.
Riven's hands slid up her sides, fingers grazing the hem of her shirt, eyes asking for permission. She gave it with a breathless nod, and the fabric rose—lifted, lost to the sheets. He took his time, lips brushing across skin, tongue flicking gently before sucking lightly.
She arched toward him, her back pressing into Kael's chest.
Kael's hand splayed against her stomach, anchoring her. "She's shaking," he said, voice low.
"Because she's flying," Riven whispered, looking up at her. "Aren't you, angel?"
Liora could barely answer. Her hands clutched the sheets. Their warmth, their closeness, the way they seemed to know every place that would make her breath hitch—it overwhelmed her in the most beautiful way.
"You both…" Her voice was barely there. "You're amazing."
Kael kissed behind her ear, his voice thick with emotion. "We're just yours."
Their rhythm fell into a slow, synchronized pull—hands gripping, lips seeking, bodies wrapped in each other like waves lapping the same shore.
"I want more," Liora whispered, trembling now. "Please… don't stop."
Riven rested his forehead against hers. "We won't," he said. "Not until you've felt everything."
They moved together, a rhythm born not of urgency but devotion. It wasn't just pleasure. It was surrender, trust, the freedom to be wanted, held, and cherished all at once.
And in that tangled moment of sweat and sighs, the night held them close—three hearts, three bodies, all breaking and rebuilding with every shared breath.