LOGINAVAI gather my hair into a bun, my eyes fixed on my reflection in the mirror. I tilt my head to the side, studying how it looks pulled up.Oh no.Definitely not.I release the bun and watch the black strands spill over my shoulders. Much better. Hair down it is. I smooth it out with my fingers before lifting my gaze back to the mirror. The corners of my mouth curl into a smile at the woman staring back at me.“I look… gorgeous,” I mutter under my breath.My hands drift to the tiered ruffles of my dress as I turn slightly to the side, then to the other, checking how it falls over my body. My smile grows wider.How does Kai know exactly what would look good on me?The dress. The color. The style. Everything.He must’ve been paying attention long before we even started dating to know what would suit me like this.The burgundy gown fits like a second skin, hugging every curve and highlighting the small dip of my waist, then the fabric gathers in cascading ruffles from my waist all the
KAII drop my phone on the table and turn my attention back to the first episode of Game of Thrones playing on the TV. It hasn’t even been a minute before my phone beeps again. I try to ignore it.Then it beeps again.And again.Then another one. And another. The notifications keep coming, one after the other.Fuck it.Imagine trying to watch your favorite show while the football team group chat is blowing up with messages.I could turn off the TV and check the chat. But not when Game of Thrones is on.I’ve watched this series more times than I can count. First time, second time, tenth time, it doesn’t matter. Somehow it always feels new. Like the story resets every time I press play.Watching my favorite shows is kind of a ritual for me. I do it when I’m in a good mood, when I feel good about myself.And today… I feel good.Even though watching my favorite characters get brutally murdered in Game of Thrones probably isn’t the healthiest way to celebrate that feeling.My phone beeps a
AVAI blink.This can’t be real.Maybe this is some twisted figment of my imagination. Maybe I’m still asleep. Maybe I never left my bed this morning and this is just a nightmare my brain decided to torture me with. Anything but this. This cannot be real.My gaze drops back to the phone in my trembling hand. I force myself to look again, stupidly hoping that the screen will show something different this time.But it doesn’t.The angle is clear. Too clear. Whoever filmed it wasn’t far away. They were close enough to capture everything — the way my body moves, the way Kai’s shoulders shift, the way I look completely lost in what we were doing.Heat crawls up my neck, but it’s not the good kind that is filled with desire. It’s suffocating. Shame. Panic. Terror.A thousand questions crash into each other inside my head. How long has this been out? Who recorded it? Who else has seen it? Is it everywhere? Has it already spread past school? Is it online?My throat tightens as the video keep
AVAMy leg aches a little.It's no surprise considering I was balanced on one foot for what felt like forever while Kai stayed on his knees beneath me, teasing me, making me beg, dragging it out until he finally wrung a shattering orgasm from me. I can still feel his hand wrapped around my thigh to hold me still and his nails digging into my skin, I’m almost certain there’ll be marks there tomorrow.I can't help the way the corners of my mouth curl into a smile as the flashback hits more. He completely ruined me with his tongue and fingers just minutes ago, and somehow we’re still kissing like we’re starving for each other. Like he didn’t just pull every shaky breath from my lungs.Kai breaks the kiss, his chest rising heaving against mine, and rests his forehead to mine. “What are you smiling about? What’s on your mind?” he asks.I grin even wider like a damn fool. The kind of smile only a good orgasm can pull out of you.“You,” I whisper.His blue eyes turn a shade darker, a slow sm
KAI Her skin heats up at the first stroke of my tongue against her pussy, tasting how wet she already is for me. I love the reaction that gets out of her. That's a start, but that’s not the aim. I want more. I want her to unravel. I want her begging, her fingers twisted in my hair. I want to make her so far gone that she won’t even care that we’re out in the open, that anyone could walk in and see us like this. So I keep going. I flatten my tongue and drag it along her outer lips, parting them just enough to expose the glistening pink inside. She's too slick and swollen and I take my time lapping her up, deliberately avoiding her clit to stretch out the torment I want to inflict. Her breath hitches above me. The soft sound turns into a whine when I trace her entrance with the tip of my tongue, dipping in just barely then pulling back before she can clench around me. I'm about to do it again when her voice stops me. “Kai…” My name on her lips already sounds like a plea. Perf
Hiii, loves. I went on a hiatus, I know. I didn’t mean to go all quiet. There was just never the right time to drop a note. I was hoping to update some chapters and leave a message at the same time, but that never quite worked out. I’ve been stuck with penultimate year exams, and to be honest, it sucked because it pulled me away from writing. But the good news? Updates will be starting soon! Even though my exams end on February 19th, I have a little break before then, and I’ll be using it to do what I love most — writing. I'm excited to get back to writing Ava and Kai's story.🤭 And thank you so much for the check-ins and the gems, they truly warm my heart. Till then.❤️







