Chapter 1381: Hidden Questions Between Kisses

The resting area never truly recovered from them... eventually they’d left it—

What began there as reunion had become something lush, consuming and almost indecently tender with passionate elegance that belonged to two people who knew each other too well to stay restrained for long.

It had been slow and affectionate last the start and the next to had shifted into something almost beastial in its hunger, and by the time they disappeared from there into the Goddess’s private suite, the room they left behind in his penthouse had already become little more than a witness to what happened when longing was given heavenly bodies, a hunger so consuming and a pussy that could consumed all his cock and then they’d denied any reason to behave.

Of course, with so many people living in the main penthouse, the Goddess had never made a habit of joining that chaos fully—

Neither had Sienna.

Both women possessed their own spaces, their own gravity, and the Goddess’s suite felt exactly like that truth made into architecture. It was quiet in a way that felt expensive, intimate in a way that felt chosen, warm without trying too hard, beautiful without showing off.

’Okay that’s too much.’

The bedroom in particular carried that same soft authority she did, all deep calm and grace, moon-washed silk and low golden light, luxury arranged so naturally.

By the time they settled there, the earlier urgency to fuck each other’s souls out had already melted into something slower.

They lay beneath the sheets with their bodies still warm from each other, the blankets draped over them in a lazy spill that covered what needed covering while somehow making everything feel even more intimate.

The Goddess was tucked against him, one smooth thigh crossed lightly over his leg, one arm resting over his waist as though it belonged there— Phei held her with the deep, thoughtless possessiveness that only came after you had already satisfied your woman and you from all the hunger of missing her for a year and still somehow wanted more.

Under the spill of silk her bare breast rested against his ribs, the soft weight of it warm; the nipple had soften already until his breath moved and it would tighten a little against him. Her thigh was over his left a damp kiss of her pussy along his hip where they had not quite finished being messy.

Phei’s cock lay heavy against the inside of her thigh, not asking to wreck havoc inside yet, only present, and every slow shift of her leg dragged that thickness through the leftover wetness she had left on his skin.

Her hair fanned over his shoulder and pillow in dark, lovely waves. His own white hair was everywhere, spilled across the sheets and tangled around them so thoroughly that she looked half wrapped in it. Her cheek rested against his chest at first, listening to his heartbeat, and Phei looked down at her with the quiet, reckless adoration he never even tried to hide from the women he loved.

Then he kissed her forehead which was neither hurried or stolen in between hunger.

It was so soft and fucking tender here heart thumped slightly at the gentleness.

He then kissed from the center of her forehead to the corner and lingered there, breathing her in, and when he lifted his mouth he dropped another kiss to her temple, then another beside her eye, then one at the edge of her cheekbone. The Goddess smiled before he even got farther because she already knew that look in him.

Phei never just kissed once when he became like this—

—he turned affectionate in waves, as if his body refused to stop touching the woman once his heart softened too much.

His lips traveled lower, brushing her cheek, then the curve of her jaw, then beneath it where her skin grew more sensitive and warm. He kissed the side of her neck with slow intent, not enough to start another fire but more than enough to make her shoulders shift beneath the sheets.

"Phei~" she murmured, and her voice already held that soft warning that meant she was not nearly as stern as she wanted to sound.

He ignored it magnificently.

His fingertips slipped beneath the sheets and traced down the side of her body with absurd gentleness, barely grazing skin as though he were drawing invisible lines only he could see:

—The Goddess inhaled quietly.

He kissed just below her ear, then lower along her throat, while those same fingers drifted over the smooth line of her waist and found one of the places he had, sometime during all their time of closeness, learned was dangerously effective.

The Goddess jerked and let out the smallest laugh.

Phei’s mouth curved instantly against her skin.

"No," she whispered, already smiling. "Don’t you dare."

"That sounded more like encouragement."

"That was clearly a warning."

His fingers moved again, just enough.

She squirmed beneath the sheets, not elegantly at all, a lovely little ruin of divine dignity as she tried turning away from him, and Phei caught her easily, one arm sliding tighter around her while his hand continued its criminally light attack along her side.

The Goddess laughed softly, then more helplessly, her body curling toward his in the prettiest surrender imaginable.

She caught at his wrist, failed to stop him, then hid part of her face against his shoulder while he continued kissing her cheek and jaw as though the whole point of his existence in that moment was to annoy her tenderly.

The squirm dragged her pussy along his cock in a slow, accidental touch... she felt him thicken against her thigh and laughed into his shoulder anyway, because the tickling still owned the moment even as her wetness answered him.

"Stop," she said between quiet laughs. "You horrible horrible horrible man."

"You’re wife now, not married yet but mine... that sounds like a right to do all this to for eternity—no?"

"That is beginning to feel like a strategic error on my side to ever ask you for the Mark."

"You’re saying that while clinging to me."

"I am restraining you."

"With your leg around mine and both arms near my neck while your little sister down is clearly asking for more?"

The Goddess lifted her face enough to give him a look, calm and offended in theory, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the fact that she was still fighting a smile and trying not to laugh again. Phei kissed the tip of her nose:

Her expression broke completely.

"That," she informed him with absolute seriousness fighting the urge to bust laughing and hide in his chest, "—that was cheating."

"I used no hands."

"Do not become proud of that."

Too late. He already was.

He kissed her again, and this time the teasing softened into something languid and deep. His mouth moved over hers with a slow sweetness that seemed to erase the little remains of laughter from the room without taking away the warmth. The Goddess relaxed into him immediately, one of her hand lifted to his face; her fingertips glided over his cheek with a caress so soft it felt almost like prayer.