Chapter 269 Velvet Heat Ch8

• It should be morning by now. Maybe it is — the sun barely peeking through cheap blinds, soft haze lighting up skin that’s already slicked, marked, trembling. But nobody’s done yet. Not her. Not the new girl, still gasping into the pillow. Not the lover, lips red with ruin and hunger for more.
• “Up.” The lover’s voice is rough silk, the kind that makes her thighs clench even before the rope slips around her wrists. She doesn’t fight it — lets strong hands guide her to her knees at the edge of the bed, arms pulled high above her head, wrists knotted to the headboard in soft red silk.
• The new girl kneels behind her — mouth wet, cheeks flushed, lips shiny with every taste they gave her. She looks so sweet like that — face pressed to the curve of her back, tongue flicking soft kisses up her spine like she’s thanking her for every sharp moan.