The atmosphere in the restaurant shifted as the decadent dessert plates were cleared, leaving a lingering tension in the air. Amara's cheeks flushed with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment as she tried to compose herself, the aftermath of Selene’s oral assault still reverberating through her body.
Valerio leaned back in his chair, a predatory glint in his eyes. "You did well, little sister," he praised, his voice low and sultry. "But the night is far from over." He beckoned the waiter for the check, then turned his attention back to Amara, who was still reeling from the waves of pleasure and the weight of his gaze.
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