Her hands fluttered again, one pushing at his head, the other threading through his hair and holding him there.

"It feels too good..." she whimpered, voice cracking. "I’ve been wet thinking about you for days... every night... imagining you doing exactly this..."

Phei hummed in approval against her breast, the vibration sending sparks straight between her legs.

He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same slow, worshipful attention — sucking harder now, grazing it lightly with his teeth before soothing it with his tongue. Her knees kept trying to buckle even though he held her weight entirely.

When her breathing turned into desperate little sobs, he finally pulled back just enough to look at her.

Her breasts glistened with his saliva, nipples swollen and glistening, chest heaving.

He kissed away the fresh tears from her cheeks, one by one, slow and tender. His free hand stroked through her long dark hair, pushing damp strands away from her face.

"You fell apart so beautifully for me," he murmured, voice velvet-soft. "Such a good girl."

Amber’s body was still shaking in his arms, legs weak, tears shining like tiny diamonds on her lashes.

The soaked white panties still clung to her, dark and obscene, but he wasn’t done yet.

Still holding her effortlessly against him with one arm, he carried her the few steps to the bed and laid her down gently on her back. The sun-baked linen sheets felt warm beneath her fever-hot skin.

He knelt between her spread thighs, eyes roaming over her now-bare breasts again before drifting lower.

"That’s it for today, love."

She stared up at him, chest rising and falling rapidly.

Got get dressed, love.

****

She emerged from the closet like a fever dream stitched together from sin and silk.

The deep teal bikini top clung to her like a second, wetter skin, the red halter strap digging just enough into her shoulders to leave faint, delicious indentations. Beneath it, the sheer blue cropped cardigan was little more than mist—tied in a cruel little knot right beneath the swell of her breasts, so transparent it didn’t hide the way her nipples had already tightened against the cool air and the thrill of being seen.

The matching teal mini skirt was a crime against breathing itself: ruched at the sides with drawstrings that screamed pull me, riding so high on her thighs that the hem flirted with the curve where leg became ass.

Sheer fabric layered over something darker, wetter, making every shift of her hips look like an invitation to ruin.

Her midriff was bare—smooth, sun-kissed, toned enough that the faint lines of muscle showed when she breathed. Long dark hair spilled down her back like spilled ink, catching the low light and turning it into liquid night.

And the way she looked at him—half-shy, half-daring him to lose control right there on the carpet.

Phei’s throat worked. A low, predatory whistle slid between his teeth.

"You’re not trying to kill me," he said, voice rough. "You’re trying to make me drag you back into that closet and finish what we started."

Amber’s cheeks flooded with heat. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, but the smile tugging at her glossy lips was pure devil. "Compliments later. Right now, we need to figure out how the hell we’re getting out of here without my parents—"

Phei moved with no warning.

In three strides he crossed the room like gravity owed him favors, scooped her up into a princess carry as if she weighed less than a sigh, and sprinted straight for the open window.

"Phei what the fu—!"

They went through.

Amber’s scream tore out of her, raw and beautiful, as the world dropped away.

Three floors of empty night rushed up to greet them. Golden evening light stretched and warped around their falling bodies like melted honey.

Her long hair whipped upward in a dark halo, the sheer cardigan fluttering like broken wings that had never learned how to fly. Her arms snapped around his neck so tight the pulse in his throat hammered against her forearm.

The mini skirt rode even higher, cool air kissing bare skin, the drawstrings whipping wildly.

Phei’s face was calm.

Almost bored.

Like plunging three stories while cradling a screaming, half-dressed girl was the most ordinary Tuesday he’d ever had.

The ground surged upward—grass, stone, certain death.

Amber’s scream pitched into something animal through the whole estate.

Then—

Impact.

One knee slammed down. One fist braced against the earth. The shockwave exploded outward in a perfect circle, flattening every blade of grass and sending a ripple through the soil like a stone dropped into still water.

"AMBER?!"

Her mother’s voice sliced down from above, sharp with rising panic.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!"

Her father now, deeper, already furious.

"Brett, check the garden—NOW!"

Phei was already moving again.

He shifted her effortlessly—still cradled against his chest but now tucked tight to his side like a precious weapon, one powerful arm hooked beneath her thighs, her barely-covered ass pressed flush to his torso.

She weighed nothing to him. Less than nothing. He ran.

The garden blurred into streaks of green and shadow.

He leaped—caught yet another thick oak branch with his free hand, using momentum to swing them both forward in a wide, impossible arc. Amber yelped as the world spun violently. Then he released, twisted mid-air like a cat made of sin, and his feet slammed against the inner garden wall.

He ran up it.

Two long, impossible steps on vertical stone before launching himself at the iron spikes crowning the barrier. His body cleared them in a perfect, predatory arc—Amber’s fresh scream harmonizing with the rush of wind—and they were over.

Outside.

Free.

He landed on the far side in another perfect three-point crouch, barely breathing harder, while Amber clung to him like a terrified, laughing koala who had just survived the fall of heaven.

Inside the walls, chaos erupted—shouts, pounding footsteps, someone barking about security cameras and "the girl’s room."

Phei grinned, sharp and wicked. "Did you have to get us caught?"

Amber’s fist thumped weakly against his chest—completely useless, completely adorable.

"Why did you DO that?!" she half-shrieked, half-laughed, voice cracking with hysteria. "What if you dropped me? What if— what if—!"

"What if what?" He kept running, casual, inhumanly fast, her body bouncing gently against his side with every stride.

"What if you dropped me?!"

"I can’t harm you." He said it like gravity, like sunrise, like an absolute law of the universe. "And I wouldn’t have jumped if I wasn’t certain I could make you fly instead."

She stared at him, chest heaving, hair a wild dark storm around her flushed face, mascara streaking from wind and involuntary tears. The cardigan had slipped off one shoulder. The bikini top had shifted just enough to make breathing difficult for entirely new reasons.

"Also—" He adjusted her weight with one arm like she was a bag of feathers. "I wanted to brag. Show off. Let you feel what it’s like to be carried by something that doesn’t answer to physics... or parents."

She should be furious.

She really, really had to be.

But the laugh tore out of her anyway—bright, breathless, borderline unhinged. She buried her face in the crook of his neck and laughed until her stomach cramped, until fresh tears spilled for reasons that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with the impossible, ridiculous, perfect rush of being alive and wanted this much.

"Where did my scolding spirit go?" she wheezed against his skin. "I was supposed to yell at you for risking my life..." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"You can yell later. After we’re gone."

"You should have warned me!"

"Would you have said yes?"

She opened her mouth. Closed it. Actually thought about it.

"...Fair."

Because he was right. She would have argued. She would have demanded sneaking on the stairs, a plan, a rope, anything safer. And she would have missed this— the stomach-dropping thrill, the wind in her hair, the feeling of being held by a boy who treated three-story drops like foreplay.

"Footsteps," Phei murmured, head tilting slightly toward sounds she couldn’t hear. "Security’s heading for the gate. Time to vanish."

No more stealth was needed.

He simply continued the ran.

Raw, terrifying speed. The world smeared into streaks of night and streetlight.

Amber bounced against him, still laughing, still half-crying, skirt riding higher with every stride, the drawstrings whipping like they were begging to be untied later.

The car waited exactly where he’d left it—

He deposited her in the passenger seat with ridiculous gentleness, rounded ahead of the hood in a blur, and slid behind the wheel. The engine woke with a low, satisfied growl.

Behind them, the estate gate was grinding open. Voices shouted orders, names, threats.

Phei pulled away from the curb smooth as silk.

Casual. Unhurried. Like he hadn’t just stolen their daughter through a third-story window while wearing her like a trophy.

Amber looked at him.

Looked back at the opening gates of the prison she used to call home.

Looked at him again.

And burst into laughter so hard she had to clutch her stomach, tears streaming, chest heaving, the sheer cardigan slipping further off her shoulders.

Phei’s laugh joined hers, rich and dark, filling the car until it spilled out the cracked windows and vanished into the warm Paradise night.

By the time the gate finished opening, the street was empty.

The car was already gone.

Only the echo of their laughter remained—wild, free, and just a little bit damned.