"Young Master Kael?" came Ellie's familiar voice from the other side. "Your mother sent me to help you prepare for this evening's dinner. She thought you might need assistance selecting appropriate attire."
Nyx pulled back slightly, an amused smile playing on her lips as she observed Kael's obvious frustration at the interruption.
"It seems," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "that fate has other plans for us right now."
Kael closed his eyes for a moment, trying to regain his composure and calm the energy still coursing through his system. When he opened them again, Nyx had already begun to fade back into whatever ethereal realm she occupied when not directly interacting with him.
"Another time, perhaps," she said with a wink, her form becoming translucent. "But don't keep the lovely Ellie waiting. She might have... interesting thoughts about what's taking you so long to answer."
With that teasing parting comment, she disappeared entirely, leaving Kael alone with his racing heart and the persistent knocking at his door.
"Just a moment, Ellie," he called out, his voice slightly strained as he tried to sound normal.
He took a deep breath, ran his hands through his hair once more to ensure he looked presentable, and moved toward the door.
The door creaked open to reveal Ellie standing in the hallway, her cheeks still flushed with their earlier encounter at kitchen. She carried a neatly folded stack of clothes that Lyra had likely selected for tonight's important dinner.
Kael stepped aside to let her enter. "Come inside, Ellie," he murmured.
His gaze fell on her face, tracing its familiar curves down to her lips—those soft, slightly parted lips that had wrapped around his cock. The memory flooded back: her muffled whimpers, the wet heat of her mouth, the way her eyes had rolled back when he had gripped her hair.
He could almost taste her again—the faint salt of her skin, the sweetness of her surrender.
Ellie froze under his gaze, her breath catching as she clutched the folded clothes tighter. She knew that look. It was the same predatory hunger that had pinned her against the kitchen counter.
"Young Master," she whispered, her voice trembling as she placed the clothes on his bed. "Don't... don't get any ideas."
But her protest lacked conviction. She took a step back, hips swaying unconsciously as she retreated toward the door. Every movement screamed invitation, a contradiction to her words.
Kael's lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile.
He stepped behind Ellie, closing the distance silently. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her close against him before she could react. She gasped as his hardening length pressed into her back, igniting the memory of their kitchen encounter.
"Young Master," she protested weakly, squirming in his grasp, "you'll be late for the dinner..."
Her hands fluttered uselessly against his arms, her resistance crumbling with every heartbeat. The scent of arousal bloomed between them—sweet and undeniable—as Kael's thumb pressed against the damp fabric between her thighs.
"We still have an hour," he growled, fingers sliding beneath her skirt, brushing her soaked underwear.
"Mmmh..." A choked gasp escaped Ellie's lips as his touch caressed the outline of her folds through the thin barrier. "Plenty of time."
His other hand slipped beneath her blouse, cupping her breast, thumb circling her hardening nipples. Ellie arched her back, her hips grinding shamelessly against his intruding fingers.
"Ahh... Young Master," she moaned, the sound low and throaty, muffled against his shoulder as her body surrendered completely. Her knees wobbled, held upright only by Kael's iron grip around her waist. "Please..."
Her fingers clawed at his forearm, not pushing him away but anchoring herself as pleasure surged through her core. The damp heat beneath his fingers intensified, soaking through the fabric as he pressed firmly against her clit.
"Young Master," she gasped again, the title twisting into something forbidden and intimate on her trembling lips.
She could feel every inch of him—demanding, possessive—and her body answered with a desperate heat that betrayed every feeble attempt at denial.
Kael's fingers hooked into her underwear, pulling it aside with roughly. The cool air hit her exposed folds, making her flinch, but it was instantly replaced by the scorching pressure of his fingertips teasing her swollen slit.
"So wet," he growled, his voice thick with hunger as he slid a finger deep inside her tightness. "All for me, Ellie?"
Her choked cry was answer enough, her inner walls clenching greedily around his invading digit.
Her blouse gaped open where his other hand played with her breast. "Yes," she gasped, the word tearing from her throat as he added a second finger, stretching her, filling her.
"Gods, yes—" Her head lolled against his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut against the shame—and the overwhelming pleasure—of being taken by the boy she'd helped raise.