Chapter 217: Morning Glow
Kamira slowly blinked awake, the soft light of dawn filtering through the thin curtains of her room. For a moment, she simply lay there, her body sinking into the warmth of her bed. Her mind was hazy with sleep, her limbs relaxed in a way she hadn't experienced in years—perhaps ever. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but not unwelcome.
Then, the memories of the night before came flooding back.
Her cheeks flushed as she turned her head, her reddish eyes landing on the figure beside her. Malik, still sound asleep, his chest rising and falling steadily. The thin sheet barely covered them, revealing glimpses of his smooth, dark skin. Her gaze softened as she took him in, a small smile tugging at her lips.
For a man who had managed to charm her so thoroughly, he looked surprisingly peaceful in sleep. His features were relaxed, his mouth slightly open, his soft pink and gold hair tousled from the night's... activities. Kamira reached out hesitantly, her fingers brushing through the strands, marveling at the delicate flecks of pink and gold she hadn't noticed before.
"Beautiful," she murmured to herself, careful not to disturb him.
Her hand trailed down to his arm, her fingertips grazing the smooth contours of his skin. She had to admit—he had surprised her. Not just with his charm and wit, but with the way he had treated her, as if she were more than just a weapon in Haido's arsenal. It had been years—decades, really—since she had allowed herself this kind of vulnerability, and it felt... nice. No, better than nice. It felt real.
Kamira's smirk returned as she leaned back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling. Ranke and Fugai are going to lose it, she thought, already imagining the looks on their faces when she bragged about last night. Ranke would probably roll her eyes, pretending not to care, while Fugai might scoff and call her dramatic. But Kamira knew better. They'd both be secretly jealous.
The thought of them getting close to Malik made her stomach twist uncomfortably, though. She frowned, the smile fading slightly. Haido had ordered them to build rapport with Malik, and she understood the necessity of it. But still, the idea of sharing him—even for the mission—wasn't something she liked. Not one bit.
Her gaze drifted back to him, and she reached out again, her fingers lightly tracing the curve of his jaw. But he'll always think of me as his favorite, she assured herself. There was no doubt about that.
As she lay there, Kamira realized she was at a crossroads. Should she let him sleep and take a moment for herself, or should she wake him? The thought of a shared shower flickered in her mind, her smirk returning. Decisions, decisions...
Her eyes flicked to the en suite bathroom, the soft sound of dripping water from the faucet breaking the stillness. She could picture it now—the steam rising, the water cascading down their bodies, Malik's hands...
Kamira bit her lip, shaking her head as if to clear the thought. "Focus, Kamira," she muttered under her breath, though her cheeks were tinted with a faint blush.
Her hand returned to Malik's hair, brushing through it again. This time, he stirred slightly, a soft groan escaping his lips as he shifted closer to her, his face nuzzling into her shoulder. She froze for a moment, her heart skipping a beat.
"You're awake, aren't you?" she whispered, her voice low but teasing.
Malik's lips curled into a lazy smile, his eyes cracking open to meet hers. "Caught me," he murmured, his voice deep and husky with sleep. "Good morning, Kamira."
Her smirk widened, and she arched an eyebrow. "Good morning, indeed. Sleep well?"
"The best," he admitted, his hand moving to rest on her waist. "And I think I know why."
Kamira rolled her eyes, but the warmth in her chest was undeniable. "Don't get used to it, shorty," she teased, though her tone lacked its usual bite.
Malik chuckled, his thumb brushing against her skin. "Too late."
The silence that followed was comfortable, their gazes locked in a quiet understanding. Kamira felt a rare sense of ease, her usual walls lowered in his presence. It was strange, but she wasn't about to question it—not right now, anyway.
"So," Malik said after a moment, his grin turning playful, "what's the plan for today? Because I wouldn't mind starting it with another... memorable moment."
Kamira laughed, the sound genuine and unrestrained. "You're incorrigible," she said, shaking her head. "But if you're offering, I might just take you up on it."
She sat up, the sheet slipping from her shoulders as she stretched. Malik's gaze followed her, admiration clear in his pink eyes. She smirked at him over her shoulder before swinging her legs over the side of the bed.
"I'm going to shower," she said, glancing back at him with a teasing glint in her eyes. "You're welcome to join me... if you can keep up."
Malik didn't need to be told twice. "Challenge accepted," he replied, his grin widening as he threw the sheet aside and followed her to the bathroom.
The sound of laughter and running water soon filled the room, marking the start of a day that promised to be just as eventful as the night before. And as Kamira stood under the warm cascade of water, Malik's arms around her, she realized she didn't mind the idea of sharing more moments like this—with him, and only him.
Malik's hands roamed over Kamira's body, each touch sending shivers down her spine. Her skin was slick with water, making his fingers glide effortlessly across her curves. His palms explored the contours of her fit, toned form, from the firm muscles of her abdomen to the softness of her thighs.
Her large breasts, full and heavy, were a perfect handful as he cupped them, his thumbs gently tracing circles around her nipples. They hardened under his touch, pebbling into firm peaks that begged for more attention. Kamira moaned softly, her head falling back as she surrendered to the pleasure.
Malik's lips found hers, his kisses deep and passionate. The water cascaded around them, creating a sensual backdrop as they lost themselves in each other. His lips moved in a slow, deliberate dance with hers, and Kamira's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him even closer. The heat between them was almost as intense as the water, making their bodies slick with sweat.
He continued his exploration, his hands drifting lower, his fingertips slipping beneath her waistline to her shaved smooth entrance. She gasped as his fingers found their way inside her, stroking her intimately and causing her to buck against him.
"God, you're beautiful," he whispered against her ear, his breath warm and ragged. Kamira's response was lost in another moan, her nails digging into his shoulders.
His fingers continued their relentless teasing, his thumb brushing against her clitoris in a rhythmic pattern that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
Malik's fingers danced along Kamira's intimate flesh, each stroke growing more confident and deliberate. Her breath hitched as his thumb circled her clitoris, applying pressure that was both gentle and insistent. The sensation was so intense that Kamira felt a shudder run down her spine, her entire body trembling with anticipation.
Her first orgasm hit in a sudden, explosive burst of pleasure. Kamira's muscles clenched around Malik's fingers as she cried out, her voice echoing under the water. Her head fell back, her body arching into his touch as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. Malik kept up his relentless pace, his fingers sliding in and out of her slick, wet folds, each movement adding to her intense pleasure.
As the pleasure began to ebb slightly, Kamira felt herself building towards another peak. Malik didn't let up, his fingers continuing their intimate dance. He could feel her body responding to him, each touch causing a fresh wave of pleasure. Kamira's moans grew louder, filled with a mix of desperation and delight.
Her second orgasm hit with an intensity that was even more powerful than the first. Her entire body tensed, her back arching as she let out a long, guttural moan. Malik held her close, feeling her body shuddering against his as she climaxed. He murmured words of encouragement in her ear, his breath warm and soothing, as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
As Kamira gradually came down from her peak, Malik didn't give her a chance to catch her breath. His fingers returned to their relentless rhythm, each stroke designed to bring her to the edge once more. Kamira's breath hitched as Malik's fingers continued their expert play. The water around them swirled with their movements, creating a surreal, almost dreamlike atmosphere. Her body responded instinctively to his touch, every nerve ending firing with intense pleasure.
Her third orgasm was a slow, drawn-out crescendo of sensation. Malik's fingers delved deeper, exploring the hidden depths of her body with a finesse that left her gasping for breath. The world around them seemed to fade away as she became lost in the moment, her body trembling with each powerful wave of ecstasy.
As the last shudders of her orgasm subsided, Kamira collapsed into Malik's arms, her body spent but deeply satisfied. He held her close, whispering sweet nothings in her ear as he stroked her hair.
Malik's strength was evident as he lifted Kamira effortlessly in his arms. Her surprise was evident, but her body quickly adjusted to the new position, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. She held on tight, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he carried her out of the water.
With a confident stride, Malik carried her towards the shower wall, his black cock already hard and throbbing with anticipation. The cool tiles of the wall contrasted sharply with the heat of their bodies as he pressed her against it. Kamira gasped as she felt his member nudging at her entrance, the sensation almost overwhelming.
"Hold on to me," Malik murmured in her ear, his voice low and seductive. Kamira complied, her arms tightening around his neck as she prepared herself for the intensity of what was to come.
Malik's powerful thrusts were relentless, driving into her with a force that pushed the air from her lungs. Her back pressed hard against the cool tiles, her entire body shaking with each stroke. His cock filled her completely, each movement sending a wave of pleasure through her body.
She gasped as he plunged deeper, his hips moving in a practiced rhythm that left her gasping for breath. Each thrust was met with an equal fervor, their bodies slapping together with a wet, rhythmic sound that echoed in the shower stall. Kamira felt the first tendrils of another orgasm starting to build, her breath hitching as Malik's pace never faltered.
The sensation was intense and almost overwhelming. Kamira clung to Malik with everything she had, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as his powerful hips drove her ever closer to the edge. Malik's thrusts grew more frenzied, each one pushing her closer to the brink of another powerful orgasm. Her body trembled with the effort to hold on, but the pleasure was too intense. With a final, explosive cry, she came undone, her muscles clenching around him as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her.
Malik didn't slow down, his pace remaining relentless as he continued to drive into her. Her body was still shuddering from the last orgasm, but another one was already building within her. The sensation was almost too much to bear, but Malik's skilled touch kept her on the edge.
He shifted his angle slightly, his cock hitting a particularly sensitive spot inside her that sent another jolt of pleasure through her body. Kamira's breath caught in her throat as Malik's new angle caused a fresh wave of ecstasy to crash over her. Her body quivered with each thrust, her muscles clenching around him in a rhythmic dance of pleasure.
Malik's lips found hers again, his kisses urgent and passionate as he continued to drive into her with an almost unrelenting intensity. Her moans were muffled against his mouth, the sound of their bodies slapping together creating a primal symphony of pleasure.
Kamira's legs wrapped tighter around him, pulling him even closer. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails leaving marks on his skin as she held on for dear life. The world around them blurred into a haze of sensation as Malik's rhythmic thrusts pushed her ever closer to the brink of another orgasm. Malik's pace never wavered, his hips moving with a precision that sent wave after wave of pleasure coursing through Kamira's body. She could feel her climax building again, each thrust bringing her closer to the edge. Her heart pounded in her chest, matching the rhythm of their lovemaking.
Suddenly, Malik's movements changed, his thrusts becoming slower, more deliberate. The shift in pace was subtle but deeply satisfying, drawing out the sensation and making her feel every inch of him. Kamira's eyes fluttered open to meet Malik's intense gaze, his hot pink eyes burning with a primal hunger that sent a shiver down her spine.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. His words were a caress, soothing her even as they fueled her passion further. Malik's eyes never left hers, their connection intensifying as he continued to move with deliberate, sensual strokes. The moment was charged with a profound intimacy, each movement of his body conveying a depth of emotion that transcended mere words.
Kamira felt herself surrender completely, her body and mind aligning in perfect harmony with Malik's. The world outside the shower faded away, leaving just the two of them entwined in a primal dance of love and desire. His hands slid down her sides, grasping her hips and pulling her even closer. His cock filled her completely, each thrust pushing deeper into the core of her being.
As her orgasm began to crest once again, she clung to him tightly, her nails digging into his shoulders. Her cries of pleasure mingled with the sound of their bodies meeting, creating a symphony of lust and love that echoed through the bathroom. Malik's rhythmic thrusts continued, each one drawing out the exquisite pleasure that had her on the brink. Kamira's breath came in ragged gasps, her entire body trembling with the intensity of her climax.
Just as she thought she couldn't take anymore, Malik's pace quickened, sending her over the edge once again. Her body convulsed, her muscles contracting around him as she experienced an intense, shuddering orgasm. Malik's own release followed shortly after, his warm seed filling her as they clung to each other, both breathless and sated.
Their bodies, still intertwined, glistened with the remnants of their lovemaking. Malik gently lowered Kamira to the floor, his eyes never leaving hers as he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face.
Kamira's legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the shower floor, still trembling from the force of her orgasm. Malik's semen painted a glistening trail down her stomach and thighs, reflecting the soft light of the bathroom. He knelt beside her, his eyes filled with a tender, almost reverent expression as he watched her recover.
Gently, Malik's fingers traced a path down her chest, causing her to shiver with renewed pleasure. His touch was light but deliberate, each stroke sending a jolt of electricity through her body. Kamira's breath hitched as Malik's fingers found her nipples, teasing them into hard peaks. She moaned softly, her body still sensitive from their recent lovemaking.
Malik leaned in closer, his lips finding hers in a slow, passionate kiss. Malik broke the kiss and told her, "First, I'm going to take you a few more times in the shower, then we'll spend the rest of the morning breaking your bed, Is that ok Kamira?" Kamira's eyes fluttered open as she regained her composure, meeting Malik's intense gaze with a mix of desire and exhaustion. "Absolutely," she replied, her voice a husky whisper that held a promise of more to come. "I don't want to leave this shower either."
Malik smiled, the corners of his mouth twitching up in a mischievous grin. He rose to his feet, reaching out a hand to help Kamira up. "Good," he said, his tone dripping with playful confidence. "Then let's get you clean and start the next round."
With gentle ease, Malik helped Kamira to her feet, steadying her as she stumbled slightly from the sheer pleasure still coursing through her veins. His fingers lingered on her waist, pulling her close for a moment, the warmth of his skin contrasting with the cool tile beneath them.
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The training floor of Haido's fortress was a mix of modern gym equipment and traditional battlefield aesthetics. It sprawled wide with polished stone floors, reinforced walls, and a high ceiling. Weights, machines, and sparring dummies were scattered among areas designated for combat drills. The faint hum of air conditioning was punctuated by the occasional clang of metal and the heavy breaths of two women in the middle of their routines.
Ranke stood by a set of squat racks, her blonde frilled hair tied back in a loose ponytail. She wore fitted workout gear: a sleeveless black crop top and gray leggings that highlighted her toned figure. Her light-violet eyes glimmered with impatience as she loaded another weight onto the bar. "One more set," she muttered, clearly trying to push herself harder than necessary.
Nearby, Fugai was punching a sandbag, her aggressive movements sending the bag swaying with each strike. Her workout gear—a tight navy-blue sports bra and matching shorts—emphasized her muscular build. Her light brown hair was pulled into a high bun, and her violet eyes narrowed with focus.
The elevator at the far end of the room dinged, its doors sliding open to reveal Kamira stepping out.
Ranke paused mid-lift, her grip on the bar slackening, while Fugai's punches slowed. Both women turned to Kamira, their sharp gazes locking on her as she sauntered into the room with a distinct sway in her step. She wore form-fitting turquoise leggings and a matching crop top, her blonde hair cascading down her back.
But it wasn't her outfit or confident stride that caught their attention—it was the way she seemed to literally glow. Her skin radiated a subtle warmth, her reddish eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Kamira," Ranke began hesitantly, setting the bar down on its rack. "What's with the smug look? And why do you look... different?"
Fugai crossed her arms, her voice dripping with suspicion. "You look like you just won a war. Spill it."
Kamira's smirk widened as she strode toward them, stopping to lean casually against a nearby bench. "Oh, you know... nothing much," she began, her tone light and teasing. "Just had the best night of my life, that's all."
Ranke and Fugai exchanged wary glances, both hesitating before Fugai asked the inevitable. "This is about Malik, isn't it?"
Kamira's sly smile only grew. "Well, since you asked..."
She launched into a detailed recounting of her night with Malik, sparing no opportunity to exaggerate—or gloat. She described the "dessert" they shared, the shower that followed, and the hours they spent back in bed, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she relived each moment.
Ranke groaned, rubbing her temples. "You've been talking for five minutes, and I already regret asking."
Fugai, trying to maintain her composure, muttered, "Kamira, we don't need to hear every single detail."
But Kamira wasn't deterred. Grinning, she gestured toward a set of resistance bands on the wall. "Oh, you're going to want to see this part. Let me show you the pose he had me in—"
"Enough!" Ranke snapped, cutting her off before she could continue.
Kamira laughed, clearly enjoying their discomfort. "Fine, fine. But just so you know," she said, her tone turning smug, "ending a 20-year dry spell feels amazing. You two should try it sometime. With Malik, of course."
Ranke rolled her eyes. "Noted," she muttered sarcastically.
Fugai crossed her arms, her tone flat. "We're happy for you. Really. Now can we talk about something that doesn't involve your love life?"
Kamira leaned back against the bench, her expression playful but tinged with curiosity. "Alright, what do you want to talk about?"
Ranke shot her a look. "The first Gelel temple. What did you and Malik find there?"
Kamira's smirk faded slightly as she straightened, her tone becoming more serious. "A lot of history, for one. The place was ancient—carvings everywhere, statues of warriors, and an altar that practically hummed with power."
Fugai tilted her head. "And the stone? What happened when you used it?"
Kamira explained how the temple had recognized the Gelel stone, lighting up the carvings and revealing a hidden passage that led to the first piece of the map. She described the eerie hum of energy and the way the altar had seemed almost alive, feeding off the stone's power.
"It was... intense," she admitted, her voice quieter. "Even Malik seemed affected by it. And trust me, that man doesn't scare easily."
Ranke leaned against the squat rack, her expression thoughtful. "So, who's going with him to the second temple?"
Kamira's eyes gleamed with mischief as she crossed her arms. "Good question. Why don't you two decide? You're both going to have to spend time with him eventually. Might as well get it over with."
Fugai frowned, her violet eyes narrowing. "What makes you think we want to 'spend time' with him?"
Kamira smirked. "Oh, please. You're both curious. Besides," she added with a wink, "if you do decide to get close to him, I promise you won't regret it."
Ranke groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. "This is going to be a long mission."
Kamira laughed, pushing off the bench and heading toward the water station. "You'll thank me later," she called over her shoulder.
As Fugai and Ranke exchanged exasperated looks, one thing became clear: Malik had already begun to weave his way into their lives—whether they liked it or not.