WARNING: This chapter contains mature content not suitable for young readers.
THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW
"Agh-hmpf!" Aello's soft gasps and moans filled the quiet treehouse, wrapping around the glass walls as she moved with the rhythm he'd carved into her muscle memory.
She learned fast—each movement bolder than the last. Psikh's low curses and muted groans didn't slip past her sharp ears, and she knew he liked what she was doing. Her mind felt light as air, almost untethered, as the unfamiliar sensation building inside her climbed to a fever pitch. It consumed her whole; even if she'd wanted to stop, her body wouldn't let her. At first, she'd worried she was hurting him-but the edge of pleasure in his sounds let her relax into the push and pull.
A shiver ran through her as his fingers traced her neck, his touch sending tremors down her spine. Then his hand settled at the back of her head, pressing her down gently but firm.
