(Narrated by Clorinde)

I don’t know when I lost control.

Maybe it was that night on the undercover mission.
Maybe it was the first time I woke up with her lips marking my skin.
Or maybe… ever since she hugged me from behind while I was reviewing documents, as if she had it all planned from the start.

Navia is dangerous.
But not in the usual way.
Not with weapons or threats.
No.
Her danger lies in her smile.
In those blue eyes that shine like the sea under the moon.
In how she says “chérie” as if the word exists only for me.

And now… now I’m here.
Trapped... Literally.
Under her body, against the mattress.

“You’re trembling…”

She murmurs, brushing her lips against my collarbone with a kiss that just finish me.

I don’t answer. Because I can’t.
Because every time her breath touches my skin, my judgment fractures a little more.
Because her hands don’t stop at one spot, those greedy hands just keep lower, until they have all the wish.
She gives me no respite.

My legs instinctively wrap around her waist, gently tugging her closer.
Her fingers, warm and deliberate, explore with precision.
Every movement, every touch, every kiss she leaves as she slowly descends…
Everything has a purpose.

“This is unfair…”

I whisper through gritted teeth, my voice shakier than I’d like to admit.

She smiles against my neck.

“I don’t remember promising you justice, Clorinde…”

She murmurs.

“Only pleasure.”

And she delivers.
With every kiss.
With every press of her hips against mine.
With every whisper that slips into my ear.

My body burns.
I surrender.
Not out of weakness.
But because with her… I allow myself to feel.

Hours later, we are still there.

The sheets twisted.
The sunset painting the room in amber light.
My head resting on her chest as her hand slowly strokes my hair.

“Clorinde?”

“Mmm?”

“You don’t hate me for this, do you?”

I open my eyes calmly, lifting my gaze.
Her face watches me, playful, but there’s a faint hint of doubt in her tone.

“…No.”

I answer after a sigh.

“But… don’t ever pretend it’s part of an undercover mission just to get me into bed again.”

Navia laughs, that musical, teasing, mischievous laugh.

“So… can I get you in bed without excuses?”

My silence says it all.
And she, as always… takes advantage.

…

The end? Perhaps.

Will Clorinde ever rest? Probably not.
But at least… she won’t be alone.

Hello hello, my dear readers! I hope you enjoyed this story. If you did, a comment or a like would be wonderful—it’ll let me know you like this genre, and I’ll write more in the future.

— Bianca Calistis