Chapter 162 - Council of Twelve clans

Raayani was the first to bridge the final gap. Her hand, trembling slightly, cupped Cleora's jaw, her thumb stroking the high cheekbone. She leaned in, and their lips met—a tentative, closed-mouth press. But then Cleora's arms came around her, pulling their bodies flush, and the kiss deepened. It was not a battle for dominance, but an exploration. Cleora's tongue traced the seam of Raayani's lips, seeking entry, and Raayani granted it with a soft sigh. Their tongues slid together, a slow, wet dance of discovery. Cleora's hands roamed down Raayani's back, learning the soft, yielding flesh, before gripping her ample buttocks, kneading them firmly. A low, throaty moan escaped Raayani, a sound of pure, surprised pleasure, as Cleora's strong thigh insinuated itself between her legs, applying a delicious pressure to her swollen core.