Chapter 270 Velvet Heat Ch9

• Morning drips through cracked blinds, soft gold light tracing every bruise they gifted each other in the hush before dawn. She stirs — back arching off sticky sheets, thighs pressed tight until warm palms push them apart again.
• “Stay,” the lover murmurs — her voice is rough silk, tangled in sleep but sharper for it. Her thumb drags a soft circle on the inside of her knee, coaxing it wide while she presses her other palm flat to her belly, grounding her to the mattress.
• She shivers when the lover leans in — breath warm against slick skin still sweet with last night’s ruin. The first lick is slow, more tease than taste — tongue flicking a drop of slick she didn’t even know was dripping.