Sheera didn't have time to catch her breath when Kai's voice echoed from the hallway:
"Sheera, may I come in?"
The shock ran through her body like a whip.
She was still panting, her thighs sticky, her heart beating to the frantic rhythm the dream had left.
She hastily pulled the sheet up to cover her prominent breasts under the soaked nightgown.
"J-just a moment!"
She hurried to the washbasin, splashed cold water on her face, tied her hair in a rushed bun, and rubbed her thighs with a cloth—a useless gesture; the heat remained.
When she opened the door, Kai was there, shirt half-unbuttoned, his eyes shining with something she pretended not to notice.
"Good morning," he said, smiling serenely.
Good morning? That cynical expression. He knew.
The dream still vibrated between them, invisible, yet almost palpable.
"I… I need to get dressed, Kai."
"I wanted to make sure you're okay. You screamed." He leaned in a little, his voice lower. "Nightmare?"
A wave of arousal flushed her face.
It was no nightmare at all, she thought.
She could almost feel his tongue on her neck again just by remembering.
"It was just a… strange dream." She tried to smile, but her legs trembled.
Kai took a step forward. His woody scent, mixed with fresh soap, invaded her senses.
"Can I help scare those dreams away?" His hand rose, almost touching her face.
Sheera took a half step back; the sheet slipped, revealing her body. Kai's gaze dropped quick, hungry, before returning to her eyes.
"You're sweaty."
"Night heat." Her voice came out too lewdy.
Kai raised his arm, lightly brushing his forearm against the sheet until he touched her bare shoulder.
Lustful Touch, that magnetic heat that always left her wet. Sheera was barely able to resist.
Her nipples hardened at the first contact.
"Kai, please…" but it sounded more like a moan than a reprimand.
He stepped back half a pace, yet kept his smile. "Come down for breakfast. I made chamomile tea… with a touch of cinnamon. They say it's calming."
She nodded, breathless. When he turned to leave, the back of his loose shirt revealed the firm line of his back. Sheera bit her lip.
He's not a boy anymore and I'm no longer a restrained woman.
In the kitchen, the table was set with fresh fruit, toast, and the aforementioned steaming tea. Kai waited, leaning against the counter, his shirt now fully open.
Every time he inhaled, his chest rose, drawing her gaze to the trail of hair that disappeared into the waistband of his pants.
Sheera sat down, her hands trembled.
When she lifted the cup, his fingers covered her knuckles, holding the porcelain with her.
"Careful, it's hot."
A shock ran through her body. Lustful Touch again—her womb contracted in a desperate spasm. The liquid almost overflowed.
Kai didn't let go of the cup. On the contrary, he tilted it slightly until the tea touched her lips.
Sheera drank without looking away, feeling the warmth of the drink and the greater warmth of his hand against hers.
When she finished the sip, Kai's mouth was dangerously close.
"Still scared by the dream?" he whispered.
She would have opened her lips, perhaps to confess, but his thumb began to caress the back of her hand in small, maddening circles.
The world narrowed until it was only that damp touch of sweat, his dark eyes, and her pulse exploding between her legs.
Kai let go of the cup, cupped her chin gently.
The approach was inevitable.
His lips brushed hers lightly, Sheera moaned softly, her body yielding.
He lifted her chin another centimeter; the sealed kiss came warm, moist, slow.
Kai's tongue danced with hers in a rhythm that dissolved any remnant of guilt.
His hands slid around her feminine waist, exploring her contour until they reached the generous curve of her hips.
She pressed herself against his body, feeling the palpable erection brush against her belly.
A louder moan escaped as his hands moved up her back, gripping the fabric of her nightgown.
"I want you, Sheera," he panted against her mouth. "No lies."
She could barely speak. She just nodded, clinging to his strong shoulders, her fingers sinking into his muscles.
Kai pulled her by the waist, pressing her against the table.
The cup toppled, tea spilling onto the wooden surface and dripping to the floor without either of them noticing.
He ran his fingers over the hot skin of her thigh until he found the thick wetness that revealed everything.
"You're ready for me," he murmured, intoxicated.
His thumb brushed her center, Sheera trembled all over, throwing her head back, her full breasts against the thin fabric.
"Kai… please…"
He trailed kisses down her neck. One of the nightgown buttons gave way with a pop; the neckline opened further, revealing a pink areola.
Kai licked it reverently, sucking the nipple until it hardened like stone.
Sheera's hand went to his groin, squeezing the throbbing hardness through the cloth.
Kai groaned hoarsely, bit her breast, and lifted her onto the table; cutlery rattled, plates slid.
Her legs opened, inviting him.
Kai untied the drawstring of his pants, leaving his penis exposed, red, pulsating.
She ran her thumb over the tip, spreading the glistening pre-ejaculatory fluid.
"My God, Kai, I—"
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
The dry sound tore through the moment.
Both froze. Firm knocks on the mansion's main door echoed down the hallway.
Sheera jumped off the table, pulling her nightgown down to cover her breasts.
Kai hastily adjusted himself, holding his breath.
The knocks repeated, followed by a female voice, full of confidence and charm:
"Sisss, are you there? Open the door! It's urgent!"
Sheera turned pale.
"My God… It's… it's Lyanna." Her eyes widened, her legs trembled no longer from desire, but from fright. "My sister is back."
Kai wiped the corner of his mouth, straightened his open shirt, his heart thundering with frustration and excitement.
Sheera ran to the living room, trying to fix her hair and the loose button on her nightgown.
Before she reached the door, another System notification flashed before Kai:
[New Presence Detected: Lyanna Velloran – 25 years old.
Status: Widow, voluptuous body, high sexual curiosity.]
[New Quest: "Open the Doors for the Voluptuous Sister."
Objective 1: Meet Lyanna.
Objective 2: Assess seduction potential.]
Sheera stammered, her hands trembling on the latch.
In the hallway, Kai watched, his pulse hammering, his cock still hard under his pants.
The lock turned and the door opened.
A tall woman, generous curves wrapped in a tight traveling dress, brown hair falling in waves over her shoulders, and sparkling green eyes appeared in the doorway.
Her wide smile stopped midway upon seeing her disheveled, flushed, panting sister, and behind her—a young man in a half-open shirt whose poorly disguised erection showed something unforgivable.
Lyanna raised her eyebrows, surprised. "Did I interrupt something?"
Sheera was speechless, caught between terror and shame.
Kai licked his lips and took a step forward, offering his hand.
"Hello, Lyanna. Long time no see."
Lyanna's smile widened, curious, sparks of interest igniting in her gaze.
And the door closed behind her, sealing the fate of everyone under the same roof.