Chapter 23 – The Heat of the Moment. (+18)

The car kept rolling forward in silence along the longest route the driver had deliberately chosen, but inside the back seat the atmosphere was anything but quiet.  

Cya had her face buried in Lyon’s neck.  

Her breathing was uneven.  

Her chest rose and fell against his with a rhythm that had nothing to do with the calm she normally showed.  

Inside her head, for the first time in a long while, her thoughts refused to line up with their usual precision.  

Lyon’s heartbeat was strong. Clear. Close.  

But hers…  

Hers was racing.  

Cya frowned faintly, without pulling away.  

‘Why…?’  

The scent.  

It was his scent.  

From the very first time she had walked beside him, that scent had drawn her attention in a way she couldn’t explain.  

It wasn’t cologne.  

It wasn’t sweat.  

It wasn’t anything she could file under the categories she used for everything else.  

It was… dense. Warm. As if it slid straight under her skin.  

She had considered, for a second, the possibility that Lyon had put something on.  

Some drug. Some aphrodisiac.  

Something that would explain why her body was reacting so irrationally, so… vulgarly.  

But Cya discarded the idea almost at once.  

The scent had been there from the beginning. From before she got too close. From before she climbed on top of him.  

Even from before her own body started betraying her like this.  

So what was it?  

What was it about this guy’s scent that was making her act as if she had completely lost control?  

In that moment, Cya felt something hard beneath her ass.  

Cya went completely still.  

Color flooded her cheeks all at once.  

And then, for the first time in a long time, she stopped fighting the impulse.  

She pressed closer.  

She deliberately pushed her chest against Lyon’s, settling her legs on either side of him until she had him completely trapped between her thighs. Her skirt had ridden up quite a bit in the process.  

There was almost no fabric left between them.  

Cya leaned toward Matt’s ear and whispered, in a voice lower and huskier than anything that had ever come out of her:  

“…Do you want… to do it here?”  

Lyon tensed up entirely beneath her.  

The voice inside his head exploded.  

“WHAT?!”  

‘Shut up!’  

“DID SHE JUST ASK YOU IF YOU WANT TO DO IT HERE?!”  

‘I ALREADY HEARD IT!’  

Lyon swallowed. His face was burning. He glanced sideways at the front seat, where the driver still kept her eyes fixed on the road… or at least pretended to.  

“Cya…” Lyon whispered, mortified to his core. “Behind you… is the driver.”  

Cya didn’t even flinch.  

“I can kill her if she’s in the way.”  

Lyon’s eyes snapped wide open.  

‘What?’  

And then he felt it.  

An extremely dense energy began to gather at the tips of Cya’s fingers, the ones still resting on his chest.  

The air around those fingers warped slightly.  

A spell.  

Cya was about to cast it for real.  

Lyon reacted on pure instinct. He pulled her tighter against him, pinning her arms to his body.  

“No… it’s not necessary,” he said quickly, his voice almost cracking. “There’s no need. Really. No.”  

Cya went still.  

And then she let out a strange sound.  

A low noise, almost a stifled moan, that escaped her throat without her seeming to fully control it.  

Cya lifted her head a little. Her red eyes were darker than usual. Her cheeks burned.  

“…Can I kiss you?”  

Lyon didn’t answer with words. He leaned in and kissed her.  

At first it was a calm kiss. Almost careful. Lips against lips, unhurried.  

But barely a second later, Cya kissed him again.  

And this time it wasn’t calm.  

She grabbed Lyon’s head with both hands and dragged him toward her with a force that left no room for anything else. Her mouth opened. Her tongue pushed in without asking permission.  

She started kissing deeper, messier, swallowing saliva, mixing tongues as if she had been waiting years for exactly this.  

And while she did it, something inside her broke completely.  

The heat was dropping lower. It was pooling between her legs in a way she had never experienced before.  

Cya remembered, in an absurd and distant way, the few times she had heard other girls from the guild talk about that.  

About how they “got wet.” About what happened when they were with their boyfriends. Or when they watched a certain kind of videos.  

She had been curious only once.  

She had looked up that so-called “porn.”  

And the only thing she had felt watching it was a deep, almost physical rejection. Disgust. Nothing more.  

But now…  

Now that she was on top of this guy, with his scent buried all the way into her head, with his mouth against hers and that heat rising out of control…  

Her mind only wanted more.  

When she felt Lyon’s hands slide down and grip her ass hard, Cya let out another noise against his mouth. Wetter. Needier. She got even wetter. So much that she could no longer pretend it wasn’t happening.  

Cya kissed deeper. She pushed her tongue further in. She dug her nails into Lyon’s back through the shirt, scratching him a little from pure emotion, unable to stop herself.  

And then Cya couldn’t take it anymore.  

Without fully letting go of him, she lowered one hand and started tugging her own shorts down with surprising agility considering the position.  

Every time she managed to pull them a little lower, her ass bounced against Lyon’s crotch. And every bounce made her feel more clearly how hard he was under the fabric.  

Lyon, for his part, wasn’t thinking clearly anymore either.  

He felt Cya’s bare ass under his hands. He felt the heat. He felt the wetness. And he felt, above all, that she truly intended to go that far… right in front of the driver.  

Lyon swallowed every last scrap of embarrassment in one go.  

‘No way in hell I’m backing out now.’  

Lyon dropped one hand, fumbled his own pants open and shoved them down along with his underwear in a single yank.  

His cock sprang free, fully hard all at once.  

For a second, Cya’s ass crushed it flat against his own stomach. A short, uncomfortable pain… and strangely satisfying.  

Lyon clenched his teeth.  

He tried to guide it with his hand, but he had zero visibility. The position was a disaster. Every attempt missed by centimeters.  

Until Cya, without a word, lowered one hand, grabbed his cock with trembling fingers and guided it herself.  

She adjusted.  

She lowered her hips.  

And she felt it.  

Lyon’s cock pushed into her in one slow, clumsy thrust.  

Cya let out a small, choked moan against his mouth.  

Pain.  

It burned.  

But at the same time…  

She didn’t want to stop.