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Chapter 22: Cold Hands, Hot Trouble

Aria was dreaming again — not the kind she could control, not the kind she wanted to wake from. It started with Athena, her mouth like a command, her body like fire. Aria felt herself melting under every touch, every demand. Then the scene twisted — just like dreams do — and Selene was suddenly there instead, her skin ice - cold and her lips even colder. Aria gasped in the dream as Selene pinned her down, voice low and wicked in her ear, tongue teasing and slow.

She whimpered in her sleep, her legs tensing beneath the heap of borrowed shirts they'd turned into a bed. "Ahh — Selene… wait, I - I don't…" Her breath hitched, her voice small and half - pleading as her hips bucked against nothing. "Hmmm I — d —don't — god — don't lick — I— I…"

Her thighs squeezed together in her sleep, chasing that heat. Her dream blurred again — Athena's grip, Selene's mouth, her own trembling need building sharp and hot behind her eyelids — until the moment just before release yanked her back to reality like a slap.

Aria shot up with a gasp, eyes wide, her skin covered in sweat. She blinked fast, heart pounding. The low hum of their battery lantern buzzed beside her, casting a dim circle of warm light. It flickered softly over Selene, who lay perfectly still beside her, eyes closed, breath slow.

She's asleep… I think?

Aria let out a shaky sigh, trying to calm her thudding chest. Her whole body was burning, especially her core, and her thighs trembled with aftershocks of a dream that refused to fade. She moved to sit up — and froze.

Nope. Nope. Not happening.

Her hips locked up, everything between her legs throbbing in that overstimulated, soaked - through, someone - touched - me - in - my - sleep kind of way. She whimpered softly under her breath, barely audible — until Selene shifted behind her.

An arm slid around her waist.

Selene's body pressed up close, deliciously cold against Aria's overheated skin. Aria bit her lip hard, trying not to react — but the way Selene's hand grazed her stomach made it impossible not to be in the mood.

Then it moved again. Slower this time. Purposeful.

Aria's eyes widened. "Wait… are you —?"

Selene didn't answer.

Her hand dragged lazily across Aria's abdomen, then back down, brushing the waistband of her underwear. Aria stayed still — frozen, trembling, lips parted — as Selene's fingers danced higher again. Not rough. Not rushed. Just casually testing how much she could get away with.

Aria sucked in a breath, her voice catching. "Selene… are you — awake?"

Still no answer. Just that quiet smirk of silence.

Her fingers slid up and cupped one of Aria's breasts — then slowly began to knead.

Aria nearly choked on her own gasp, her back arching without permission. "S - S - Selene —!"

Her hand didn't stop.

Selene's fingers molded against Aria's breast, slow and deliberate, like she had all the time in the world — like she wasn't even awake, like she was sculpting her in her sleep. Her palm lingered, cool and steady, pressing in gently, then easing off just to return again with maddening calm. Her touch wasn't warm. It never was. Icy skin glided over heat, making Aria's breath catch in her throat, turning her pulse erratic.

The heel of her hand slid upward, brushing the tender underside before her fingers curled again, cradling her with a softness that didn't match the coldness of her skin. Just enough pressure to steal the air from Aria's lungs. Just enough to make her body react before her brain could catch up.

She tried to stay quiet.

She really tried.

But her chest was rising too fast, her thighs pressing together under the blanket like she could escape the ache building inside her. Her nipples hardened instantly under the cool graze of Selene's thumb — delicate, slow circles that didn't break rhythm. Didn't change pace. Just lingered.

"You're not even… you're not even saying anything," Aria whispered, breathless and half - broken, more to herself than anything. Her voice trembled with something raw — need, disbelief, maybe desperation.

Selene didn't respond. Her breathing stayed even. Shallow. Sleep - like.

It was a lie. A cruel, meticulous lie.

Aria pressed her lips together, trying to stay quiet, but her breath betrayed her — shaky, uneven, so full of want it made her dizzy. Her thighs squeezed together beneath the blanket. "You're not even — you're not even saying anything," she whispered, half to herself.

Still nothing. Not a word. Not a shift in breathing. Just the soft, unbearable pressure of Selene's hand as it moved to her other breast.

Aria whimpered.

Selene's fingers didn't rush. They rolled the sensitive flesh in her palm, her thumb gliding in wide, slow circles around the stiffening nipple — never quite touching it directly. Not yet. Just barely brushing close enough to make Aria ache.

It was torture. Beautiful, calculated torture.

Her nipple peaked under the teasing, harder with every second Selene's thumb avoided it — circling, circling, spiraling closer — before finally grazing it in a single, deliberate stroke.

Aria gasped so hard she nearly choked. Her hips lifted off the bed instinctively, her body begging for something — anything — to ease the pressure building inside her.

The thumb stroked again, this time firmer. Then again.

She moaned softly, hands gripping the blanket above her chest. "Selene… please…"

But Selene stayed silent — her breath still slow, pretending sleep, as though her body wasn't actively unraveling Aria in the dark.

Her hand moved again, alternating. Both palms now, cupping Aria's breasts with tender pressure, kneading softly. Her thumbs circled over both nipples this time — teasing them at different rhythms, one slow, one quick — keeping Aria's nerves from ever settling.

Aria squirmed, biting back another whimper. Her skin felt electric. Her chest flushed pink, heat racing under her skin. Every touch made her more desperate, more soaked, more undone. And Selene never gave her consistency. Never settled. One thumb flicked. The other pinched. One palm massaged gently, while the other tugged at the hardened peak with quiet cruelty.

Aria's voice was barely there now — hushed and pleading. "You're not asleep… I know you're not asleep."

Still. Not. A. Word.

Selene's hands changed again — one sliding underneath her to arch her back higher, lifting her chest into the other hand's waiting grip. That hand squeezed, slow and firm, molding her breast like it belonged to her. Her thumb and forefinger rolled the nipple between them — once, then again — gradually applying more pressure until Aria gasped again, her eyes fluttering closed.

Her body being honest from the stimulation — her hips rising, falling, her chest trembling with every slow, calculated stroke.

Then Selene switched it again — softening, soothing — her thumbs brushing light, back - and - forth swipes over Aria's nipples, chasing the sting with calm. It didn't help. It only made her feel more raw. More sensitive. Her body throbbed with need, but Selene wouldn't go lower, wouldn't touch anything else. Just her chest. Just enough to leave Aria on the verge.

"Why… won't you stop…" Aria whispered, breathless. "Why does it feel so good…"

Her voice cracked into a moan as one nipple was gently tugged again, then released, her breast cupped fully in Selene's hand as her thumb flicked the tip one last time. Then circled. Again. And again.

Aria writhed beneath her, tears almost pooling at the corners of her eyes from the overstimulation, the need, the ache that had nowhere to go.

And Selene still said nothing.

Just the silent rhythm of her fingers… driving Aria deeper into the kind of pleasure that made her forget how to breathe.

Nothing. Not even a fake snore. Just Selene's cool fingers circling, squeezing, teasing until Aria's hips tilted toward her instinctively.

This is torture. This is actual, sensual, slow - burn torture.

Then came the pinching — gentle at first, then a little firmer — and Aria's moan slipped out before she could stop it.

"Selene," she whispered, panicked and breathless. "Are you seriously pretending to be asleep right now?"

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