The night had deepened, draping the room in shadows broken only by the faint amber glow from the bedside lamp. The silence was no longer quiet—it was electric, pulsing with breath and skin and unspoken want.
Liora was caught between them, her body cradled by warmth and desire. One hand behind her—Kael's—traced the curve of her spine, his lips finding the soft slope of her shoulder. From the front, Riven's mouth moved lower, his breath sending shivers as he kissed across her collarbone, then lower still.
Her gasp was soft, but the effect was powerful. Kael tightened his arm around her waist, drawing her back to him as he whispered her name into the crook of her neck.
"You feel like fire," he murmured, voice rough with restraint.
Riven's hands slid up her sides, fingers grazing the hem of her shirt, eyes asking for permission. She gave it with a breathless nod, and the fabric rose—lifted, lost to the sheets. He took his time, lips brushing across skin, tongue flicking gently before sucking lightly.
She arched toward him, her back pressing into Kael's chest.
Kael's hand splayed against her stomach, anchoring her. "She's shaking," he said, voice low.
"Because she's flying," Riven whispered, looking up at her. "Aren't you, angel?"
Liora could barely answer. Her hands clutched the sheets. Their warmth, their closeness, the way they seemed to know every place that would make her breath hitch—it overwhelmed her in the most beautiful way.
"You both…" Her voice was barely there. "You're amazing."
Kael kissed behind her ear, his voice thick with emotion. "We're just yours."
Their rhythm fell into a slow, synchronized pull—hands gripping, lips seeking, bodies wrapped in each other like waves lapping the same shore.
"I want more," Liora whispered, trembling now. "Please… don't stop."
Riven rested his forehead against hers. "We won't," he said. "Not until you've felt everything."
They moved together, a rhythm born not of urgency but devotion. It wasn't just pleasure. It was surrender, trust, the freedom to be wanted, held, and cherished all at once.
And in that tangled moment of sweat and sighs, the night held them close—three hearts, three bodies, all breaking and rebuilding with every shared breath.
The storm had passed.
The room now breathed with the slow rhythm of steady heartbeats and lingering warmth. The sheets were tangled, the air heavy with the scent of skin and closeness. Liora lay between them, her body spent, her heart so full it ached.
Kael was behind her, arm wrapped protectively around her waist. His lips pressed gentle kisses along her spine as if he couldn't stop touching her, couldn't believe she was still here—still real.
Riven was in front of her, his forehead resting lightly against hers. One hand cradled her cheek while the other smoothed back her damp hair. His eyes searched hers—not for answers, but for connection.
"Are you okay?" he whispered, voice hoarse, tinged with emotion.
Liora smiled softly. "More than okay."
Kael nuzzled the back of her neck. "You didn't say stop… not once."
"Because I didn't want to," she admitted, cheeks flushed with warmth—not just from what had happened, but from the way they were looking at her now. Like she was precious. Like she was wanted.
She reached for both of them, her fingertips brushing along Riven's jaw, then curling around Kael's hand on her waist.
"I've never felt like this before," she said, her voice almost trembling. "Not just the way you touched me… but the way you saw me."
Riven leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a kiss so tender it stole her breath all over again.
Kael whispered into her shoulder, "That's because we love you."
The words hung in the air. Heavy. Honest. Freeing.
Liora blinked, her eyes welling unexpectedly. "You… both of you?"
Kael tightened his hold. "I've known for a while. I just didn't think we could have this… all three of us."
Riven nodded, his eyes wet too. "But we do. We really do."
Liora pulled them closer, wrapping her arms around Riven, while Kael pressed against her back, and for a moment, the world outside ceased to exist.
No guilt. No confusion.
Only the thrum of three hearts in harmony.
Soon, sleep came like a gentle tide, pulling them under together. And in that quiet, sacred space, there were no questions left—only belonging.
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Sunlight spilled through the curtains in golden slants, casting soft shadows across the tangled sheets. The room was warm, filled with the scent of skin, sleep, and the quiet aftermath of everything they had shared.
Liora stirred first.
Nestled between Kael and Riven, her body barely covered, she blinked slowly, adjusting to the early light. Their limbs were entwined with hers—Kael's chest pressed to her back, his hand resting gently on her waist. Riven was curled toward her, breath ghosting over her collarbone, his fingers tangled with hers where their hands lay between their bodies.
Every inch of her was aware of them. Of the heat where their skin touched. Of the quiet rhythm of their breathing.
She didn't want to move. And yet... she did.
Turning her head slightly, she gazed at Riven's face, softened in sleep. Her free hand moved gently over his cheek, brushing back strands of hair damp from the night. He made a soft sound—half sigh, half whisper—as her fingers drifted lower, over his jaw, down to the center of his chest.
Behind her, Kael shifted, his hand tightening slightly, palm sliding up to cup her breast with a sleepy instinct. His thumb brushed lazily over her skin, and she gasped—just softly, just enough.
Something sparked.
A boldness stirred in her, uncoiling with the same slow rhythm as the sunrise.
She shifted her hips gently, pressing back into Kael, and then forward into Riven. Her body, caught between them, responded before her mind could think.
Riven's eyes fluttered open. His gaze found hers instantly—sharp, then melting. A slow smile curved his lips.
"You're awake…" he murmured, voice husky.
"So are you," she whispered.
Kael let out a low groan, nuzzling into her shoulder. "Mmm. I was hoping this wasn't a dream."
"It's not," she breathed, her voice trembling. "It's very real."
Kael's hand slid lower, his fingers caressing the curve of her waist, then drifting back up to her chest with reverence. Riven leaned in, his lips brushing over her collarbone before trailing kisses lower.
"You're beautiful like this," he said against her skin.
She arched slightly, a soft sound escaping her lips as Kael began to press slow, languid kisses along the back of her neck. Riven's mouth found her breast, his tongue teasing gently, then sucking softly, sending a shiver through her that made her legs tremble.
Their touches were worshipful. Not hurried, not rough—just slow, synchronized, and deep. They knew her now. Every sound, every shiver.
Kael leaned up on one elbow behind her. "Tell us what you want, Liora."
"I want all of it," she said, breathless. "All of you."
Kael moved, laying back against the pillows. She rose, straddling him, hands on his chest, hair falling in waves around her face. He held her hips, guiding her gently, his eyes locked to hers.
She gasped again, a deeper sound this time, when Riven pressed against her from behind—his hands caressing her back, lips brushing over her spine. Every touch was a promise.
The rhythm began slowly—synchronized, sensual, heated. Kael's hands explored her body while Riven whispered against her skin, one hand slipping forward to caress her chest as the other anchored her waist.
She was surrounded. Filled. Consumed.
Their movements built together like music, rising slowly into something wordless and wild, but still layered in care. It was more than lust—it was love forged in breath and touch, in trust and surrender.
And when they finally collapsed in each other's arms, breathless and tangled once again, Liora lay between them—head on Kael's chest, Riven's hand in hers—utterly undone.
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