Chapter 433 – You're My Patient
Her hands reached down, unfastening his belt with practiced grace. The clink of the buckle hitting the mattress sounded louder than it should've. Her fingers toyed with the waistband of his slacks, her smile growing with every slow tug.
"And now you're my patient," she declared, voice lower now—thicker, soaked with heat. "Unclench, Mr. Vaelthorn."
Lux gave her a flat look. "That is not how therapy works."
"It is now."
She pushed him back onto the bed. Hard enough that he bounced once. His eyes flared, half in amusement, half in challenge. Her dress slipped fully down her torso as she straddled his hips, and the sight of her— hair loose, flushed cheeks, lips kiss-bitten, body bared and glowing with pride—made his breath hitch.
"You're beautiful," he said, almost without thinking.
Sira blinked, then grinned, slow and satisfied. "I know."
