Chapter 264 Velvet Heat Ch3

• The sun’s not up yet when she wakes — legs tangled with the stranger’s, thighs still tacky with last night’s mess. She shifts, half-expecting a polite goodbye, the hush of a cab call, the quiet shame that comes after too much ruin with someone whose last name she doesn’t know.
• But the woman is awake before her — grin lazy where she lies propped on an elbow, eyes glittering like she owns the dark.
• “Good morning,” she purrs — her voice all whiskey hush, lips swollen from every kiss they didn’t hold back. Her hand drags slow up the inside of her thigh, fingertips brushing the faint stick of slick that never really dried.