Page 100 of The Divine Lies We Weave

Especially since this could be the last time they held one another.

Rajesh drew her into his arms, ensuring she was comfortable as he lay on top. Leela let him, moving with him, feeling his body, feeling everything.

Once Rajesh nestled her gently underneath him, he moved his lips down her body, leaving ember in his wake. Leela shivered, her body writhing in anticipation. He traced the curves of her abdomen, and she moaned against him.

Rajesh smiled, breaking their kiss. “I thought you only squirmed in the sun, damiji.”

“Shut up,” Leela said, wrapping her arms around his neck. She grabbed a tuft of his curls and tugged him back to her mouth.

His hand cupped her breast and squeezed. Over and over again. Molding it underneath his palm.

He moved down, kissing her underarm to her collarbone. Softly and sweetly at first, then intensifying that Leela was caught off guard.

Leela grabbed him by the hips and suddenly switched positions, moving him underneath her. Rajesh glanced up at her, dazed.

“I forget how quickly you can move,” he said, breathless.

“Only when I want to,” Leela said. She leaned down, arching her back toward him. Her fingers toyed with skin, inching down to his manhood.

Rajesh’s breath hitched, but he encouraged Leela to take control.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“It’s a little late to ask, is it not?” she said.

Rajesh smirked, rolled her onto her back, and plunged her into a world of pure bliss.

Leela gasped as he entered, their faces inches from one another as they created a steady rhythm. A rhythm she suddenly realized she craved. Ways that meant safety. Security. Kindness. Warmth. It was a feeling that grew within her, spreading warmth to every fingertip and curling each toe.

They held each other, grasping at everything hanging between them. Touching everything in their path as they approached the peak.

He rocked, and she bucked. He took the lead, and she followed.

“Fuck, Leela.”

Desire lurched within Leela, and she moaned, head tilted back, her spine arching. She reached for something to hold, but there was nothing. Rajesh leaned down, lips around her nipple, and that was it.

She came undone. Her insides pooled, and her ache eased just as he, too, found his release in her.

Then, they went slack, a silent scream wrenching into the sky.

Huffing, Rajesh moved to her side and rested his head on her chest.

Lost in the afterglow, Leela let the moonslight bathe her for a few seconds as she settled against him. Her body sizzled under the heat, and for a moment, she forgot about everything. She forgot about the monster and their differences. About the Viperess and the Scorpion. About them meaning to kill each other…

His erratic heart thumped-thumped-thumped, a tangible force vibrating through every part of her. His breath kissed her skin, his sweat clinging to hers despite the cooling nip of the desert wind.

“Well, picku, you keep surprising me,” Leela said.

Rajesh chuckled. “As do you, little damiji.”

Leela lay there, a smile playing over her lips as they tingled from his touch.

“That was…” She was not sure what word she wanted to use. Unexpected? Surprising? Irresponsible?

“Great,” Rajesh said.

Leela rolled her eyes. She unwrapped his arm draped over her and put her clothes back on. Rajesh followed her lead.