Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 114: Close your eyes

"I’ll close my eyes. But you still won’t sleep."

She shut her eyes, her lashes casting soft shadows on her cheeks, her face serene yet alluring, the moonlight streaming through the window bathing her in a silver glow, as if the night itself was conspiring to make her irresistible.

Kael stared, his hazel eyes tracing her features—her long eyelashes, her sharp cheekbones, her inviting lips, her straight nose, the curve of her jaw.

She was beautiful, her presence magnetic, and the moonlight only amplified it, like a spotlight on a stage.

He found himself noticing more about her than ever before—this was the first time they had slept together, and he never really noticed these alluring features up close, in detail.

Her silken hair spilled over the pillow, catching the light like spun silver, and her skin seemed to glow with an ethereal warmth.

His gaze drifted lower, to her breasts, still pressed against his arm, her nipples stark against her pale skin.

gulp~

He swallowed, his cock stirring, but he forced his eyes back to her face.

"Close your eyes, Kael," Freya said, her voice a soft taunt, her eyes still closed. "Don’t stare at my boobs."

"I wasn’t staring at your boobs," Kael lied, his voice defensive, his cheeks warming slightly.

"Hmm, is it?" Freya murmured, her smile growing, her eyes remaining shut, as if she could see right through him. "You can squeeze or suck them if you want, I won’t mind."

Kael’s jaw tightened, his arousal flaring, but he caught the playful edge in her voice.

"I wasn’t looking," he insisted, then chuckled, shaking his head.

"Damn, you’re pulling my crap on me. Now I’m sleeping for real." He turned away, facing the wall, his back to her, trying to shut out the temptation of her body.

Freya’s chuckle was soft, warm, a sound that wrapped around him like her embrace. "That’s not crap, Kael," she said, her voice sincere. "It’s real, and I’m grateful you used it on me."

"Whatever," Kael muttered, his grin hidden, his voice gruff but affectionate.

"Good night, Freya."

"Good night, Kael," she replied, her tone soft, final.

She shifted closer, her body molding to his back, her breasts pressing into him, her nipples a faint, erotic pressure.

Her arms wrapped around him, her breath steady against his neck, warm and rhythmic, like a gentle tide.

"What are you doing, Freya?" he asked, his voice low, wary, though a part of him already craved the comfort of her closeness.

"Spooning you," she said again, her voice quieter now, almost tender.

"You’ll get a nice, good sleep."

Kael let her do it as long as she didn’t make more advances.

"No sex," he reminded her one last time, his tone softer, less insistent.

"No sex," she murmured, her voice a gentle echo, her body relaxing against his.

Kael closed his eyes, the warmth of Freya’s body seeping into him.

Her breasts, her nipples, her skin against his back—it was undeniably erotic, a pulse of heat that made his cock twitch and his sleep out of reach.

But as the minutes passed, the eroticism shifted, transforming into something deeper, something harder to name.

It wasn’t just arousal—it was safety, peace, a sense of being held, protected, as if someone had his back, someone he could trust.

The feeling was new, unfamiliar, and it settled over him like a blanket, heavy and warm, grounding him in a way he hadn’t known he needed.

Her presence was a quiet strength, a reminder that he wasn’t alone, and it stirred something in his chest—a fragile, tentative trust.

He didn’t notice when he slipped into sleep, his breaths slowing, his body sinking into the mattress.

Freya’s arms stayed around him, her hair spilling over the pillow, her presence a quiet anchor.

But then...

In the darkness, a shadow shifted slightly in the upper corner of the room, a fleeting movement that stirred the air.

Freya’s eyes snapped open, sharp as daggers, her blue gaze piercing the darkness, searching for the source.

Nothing—just the empty corner, the moonlight casting long shadows.

Her brow furrowed, her instincts prickling, a faint unease lingering in her gut. She scanned the room, her senses heightened, but found no trace of danger.

Maybe I’m imagining things, she thought, her tension easing.

She snuggled closer to Kael, her nose brushing his back, inhaling his scent—a mix of soap and something distinctly him.

The urge to lick him, to taste his skin, flared briefly, but she suppressed it, her lips curving into a soft smile.

She pressed herself tighter against him, her breasts a warm weight, her arms protective, and let herself drift back into sleep, cozy and content, the shadow forgotten.

The shadow didn’t stir again, but its presence lingered, a faint whisper of something watching, waiting, as the moonlight faded and dawn crept closer.

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Brrrrr!

Kael woke with a shiver, the morning chill biting at his bare skin as a ray of sunlight pierced through the window, casting a golden glow across the room.

Freya’s body was still pressed against his back, her breasts warm and soft against his shoulder blades, her leg draped possessively over his waist, curling around him like a vine.

Her warmth was a stark contrast to the oddly cold air, her presence grounding yet provocative.

"Good morning, Kael," Freya’s voice greeted, pleasant and soothing, a melody that eased the edge of his waking disorientation. Though he couldn’t see her yet, her tone wrapped around him, soft and intimate.

"Good morning, Freya," he replied, stretching his arms, his muscles flexing as he turned to face her.

Freya shifted, giving him space, her blue eyes glinting with a playful warmth as she propped herself on an elbow, her naked body partially covered by the blanket.

Kael let out a small moan as he stretched, his joints popping, and opened his eyes—then froze.

He shut them tight again, rubbed them with his knuckles, and opened them again, his hazel gaze narrowing in disbelief.

"Freya."

"Yes, Kael?"

"Am I dreaming?"

"No, Kael."

"Then, what the hell is this, Freya?"