The Airbnb was silent, the only sound coming from the city lights buzzing faintly outside. Two strangers. No introductions. No small talk. Just tension thick enough to cut through the air.
Ayden was lying on the bed, fully clothed in a loose jogging set, his arms resting behind his head. He wasn’t asleep—he could feel her presence. He knew she was watching him.
Lilith had slipped out of her bed, completely naked, her tattoos tracing stories across her skin, her piercings catching the dim light. She didn’t hesitate. She didn’t need an excuse. She wanted him. And she was going to take him.
She climbed onto the bed, straddling him without a word, her warm, bare skin pressing against the fabric of his joggers. She rocked her hips slightly, teasing, feeling the heat rising between them.
Ayden finally opened his eyes, locking onto hers. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his lips. His deep Arab gaze burned through her.
— You don’t waste time, d
