I’m about to slip away as she leads him inside, a bitter lump in my throat—imaginary of course, since I’m immaterial at the moment. Over his shoulder Kaelun casts me a pleading glance and mouths, “Help.”
What could he possibly need help with now? He has her in the palm of his hand. Yet from what I have witnessed, he is capable of ruining it even now. With a silent sigh, I follow them inside.
She draws him to a sofa and sits down beside him. “Tell me everything. How did you find out who I was? When I tried to tell you, you wouldn’t believe me.”
He sinks his face into his palm. “I was a fool. But not so much of a fool not to follow you after you left.”
I send a little gust of wind to rustle his hair, but though he lifts his hand to brush it back again, he seems not to notice.
“You are not doing yourself any favors here,” I whisper.
He coughs. “I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to see you again.”
A smile creeps over her lips. “I wanted to see you again too, but I thought it was impossible.”
He grins. “Well I got lucky. And here I am.”
“But how?”
He shrugs. “I uncovered buried treasure, and you were the first thing I thought of.”
“Person,” I hiss.
He coughs again. “Person. The first person I thought of.”
Yalina gives him a weird look. “Did you hear something?”
“No!” Kaelun shifts uncomfortably in his seat, and I consider blasting him with a tornado and tossing him off the balcony. It’s all laid out for him and he’s still bungling it.
“You were the first person I thought of when I found myself rich. Because I thought maybe that gave me a chance. I thought at least it might buy me a chance to see you again even if you wouldn’t consider me as a match. I know I don’t deserve it, but do you think you can ever forgive me?”
Against my will, I am impressed. This is what she needs to hear.
She shifts forward. I see the way her gaze drops to his lips. Despite everything, she still wants him! I cannot take my eyes from her lips, the way her long lashes graze her cheeks every time she blinks. Something in me snaps.
Summoning a strong gust, I push him forward. “Kiss her.”
Dropping his chin he meets her lips, and I can almost feel her soft mouth against my own as she leans into it. She closes her eyes, and I can’t help it. Reaching out with a phantom hand, I brush back a strand of hair from her face and tuck it behind her ear.
She moans and climbs into Kaelun’s lap.
I wish with the entire fabric of my being that it was me she was kissing. That it was my cock between her legs, nudging at thejuncture to paradise. My hand on the back of her neck, pulling her close, commanding her.
Yalina slides back until she can reach between them and begins stroking him over his trousers.
Internally I groan. Does he have any idea how lucky he is?
Kaelun’s eyes roll back in his head, and she pushes back the waistband of his clothing and delves beneath to take hold of him. With a few slow pumps of her hand, she has him right where she wants him. The tip is already leaking, and he looks impossibly swollen in her grip.
Yalina slides from his lap to kneel on the floor between his legs and, like a dolt, he lets her. Has he missed the dangerous glint in her eye? She’ll work him beyond his limit. Of that I have no doubt.
He lets out a muffled cry as she lowers her head, and when she opens her mouth and laps at the slick precum, he spews a whispered curse.
Soon she is working him with both her mouth and hand at once, and his chances of pleasing her are decreasing by the second.
“Yalina, fuck! I can’t—”
She ignores him, and in that moment I get a hint of her intention. She is testing him. And if he fails…
