I didn’t wait. My hand slid lower, past the waistband of her skirt, and pushed into the silk. The fabric was already soaked through. It was a shock, how wet she was for me. I hooked a finger under the edge of her lace and pulled it aside.

  "Haa... Elara..."

  I swallowed her moan with a kiss. My tongue pushed into her mouth, deep and sloppy, tasting the cold peppermint of her breath. My hand moved further. I found her. She was slick, drenched in her own heat. I pushed one finger in.

  Seraphina’s back arched off the chair. Her eyes rolled back, white hair spilling over the headrest. She was so tight. I felt her muscles clench around me, a rhythmic, pulsing heat. I began to move. Slow at first. Then I found the rhythm.

  The sound was wet. Every thrust made a soft, squelching noise that felt deafening in the quiet room. I added a second finger. I pushed deep, stretching her, my thumb finding the sensitive nub at the top. I pressed down, hard.

  "Nnnh!"

  She thrashed under me. I pinned her wrists to the chair, my mouth never leaving hers. I wanted her to feel everything. The friction was incredible. Every move felt like a jolt of mana shooting straight to my gut. It was messy. It was desperate. I kept my fingers moving, curling them, hitting the spot over and over.

  A rustle came from the couch.

  We both froze. My heart was a frantic drum in my ears. Hana shifted in her sleep, the fabric of the sofa creaking. I held my breath, my fingers still buried inside Seraphina. We stayed like that for a second, two shadows frozen in the dim light.

  Hana went still again.

  I didn't stop. I moved faster. I leaned in, whispering against Seraphina’s lips. "Stay quiet. Don't wake her."

  Seraphina’s eyes were hazy, glazed with a dark, heavy lust I’d never seen before. She nodded, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. I drove my fingers in again. Faster. Harder. The sound was sloppy now, the moisture coating my knuckles. I worked her, my thumb never stopping its brutal, rhythmic pressure.

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  She was close. I could feel it. Her internal muscles were spasming, a frantic, desperate clench. I pushed deeper, my tongue licking at the roof of her mouth.

  "Hnnn...!"

  Her body went rigid. A long, shuddering breath left her as she peaked. She clamped down on my fingers, her head falling back against the chair. She was shaking, a fine, rhythmic tremor that lasted for a long, quiet minute.

  I slowly pulled my hand out. My fingers were glistening, dripping with her. I looked at her, at the way she was slumped in the chair, her chest heaving. I didn't reach for a napkin. I lifted my hand and licked my fingers, one by one, watching her the whole time.

  Seraphina’s breath hitched. A dark flush crept up her neck, her eyes widening as she watched me. I leaned in and gave her one last, lingering kiss. It tasted like salt and ice.

  She reached out, her fingers trembling as she grabbed my collar. She pulled me closer until our noses were touching.

  "Elara..." she whispered, her voice a jagged rasp. "What exactly are we? I must know—"

  Another rustle. This time, it wasn't just a shift.

  Hana Ryu sat up on the couch, rubbing her eyes. "Mmm... what time is it?"

  We both snapped back. I scrambled off the chair, my heart nearly jumping out of my chest. I rushed to my desk, my movements frantic as I started packing my bag with things I didn't even need.

  Hana blinked, looking around the room with a confused, sleepy gaze. "Oh. Sorry. I guess I fell asleep again."

  "It's fine," I said, my voice sounding way too high. I didn't look at Seraphina. I couldn't. "We were just... finishing up the research. It’s late. We should head out."

  Seraphina remained seated. I knew why. Her panties were still a mess, her skirt likely tangled. She sat there with a composed, icy face, but the redness around her eyes gave it all away.

  I looked at her for a split second. I knew if I stayed one more minute, if I touched her again, we would cross lines I wasn't ready to map out yet. The guilt and the heat were a toxic mix in my blood.

  "I'm going home," I said, grabbing my bag.

  Hana stood up, stretching her arms above her head. "I'll go too. No point staying here and staring at walls."

  She walked over to the door, waiting for me. I looked at Seraphina one last time. She was staring at me, her fingers still clutching the edge of the mahogany desk.

  "Goodnight, Seraphina," I said.

  She didn't answer.

  Hana and I stepped out of the office together, the heavy glass door clicking shut behind us. The hallway was empty and bright, the silence outside even heavier than the one we’d left behind.