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Ava and Olivia once shared a dark and intoxicating past as the Prince’s personal mistresses, performing for his pleasure, their passion ignited under his watchful eye. But when Olivia walked away, leaving Ava behind in the palace of indulgence, the pain of separation burned hotter than any pleasure they once shared. Now, years later, fate pulls them back together—this time, with no audience, no restraints, just the raw hunger they have for each other. But can their second chance at love be more than just lust?

Genre:

Lesbian & LGBTQ+ Erotica (Steamy Queer Romance)

Chapter 1: Forbidden Desires

The air between them was electric—charged with years of longing, regret, and an undeniable heat neither had extinguished. The dim glow of the city lights flickered through the rain-streaked window as Ava pressed against the wall, her breath hitching as Olivia’s fingers traced the outline of her lips.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Ava whispered, her voice barely audible over the storm raging outside.

“And yet,” Olivia murmured, her mouth a whisper away from Ava’s ear, “here I am. Just like you knew I would be.”

It had been five years since they last saw each other, five years since Olivia had walked away, leaving behind a love that burned too hot, too wild for either of them to handle. But tonight, none of that mattered. Tonight was about the raw hunger that had never truly faded.

Olivia’s fingers trailed down Ava’s bare arm, igniting goosebumps in their wake. Ava shivered, but it wasn’t from the cold. She was trapped between desire and defiance, her body betraying her with every shuddering breath.

“I thought I’d moved on,” Ava admitted, her voice trembling. “But then you show up looking like this—touching me like this—and I…”

Olivia silenced her with a slow, searing kiss. It was a battle of dominance, a clash of tongues and teeth, neither willing to surrender. Ava moaned into the kiss, her hands finding purchase in Olivia’s dark, damp hair, pulling her closer, needing more.

Chapter 2: The Prince’s Playthings

Years ago, they had belonged to another man, their bodies given freely, but their hearts locked away. The Prince had indulged in his twisted pleasures, watching them, making them perform—touching, teasing, consuming each other as he sat in his gilded throne, eyes dark with hunger.

Ava could still feel the way Olivia’s body trembled against hers, the weight of the Prince’s gaze burning into their skin as he murmured his approval.

“Take her slow,” he had once commanded. “Make her beg.”

And Olivia had obeyed, her tongue tracing every inch of Ava’s bare flesh, dragging moans from her lips that had echoed in the lavish chambers. The memory alone sent shivers down Ava’s spine, rekindling something deep, something she had never let go of.

“Did you ever think about it?” Olivia asked now, her fingers trailing lower, a smirk playing at her lips. “The way I used to make you scream for him?”

Ava’s breath hitched. “Every damn night.”

Olivia chuckled, pressing Ava back onto the mattress. “Then let’s make up for lost time.”

Chapter 3: No More Watching

The heat between them was unbearable now. Olivia’s hands roamed Ava’s body, tracing the familiar curves she had memorized long ago. She tugged at the silk robe draped over Ava’s shoulders, letting it slide to the floor in a whisper of fabric.

“Still wearing my favorite lingerie,” Olivia smirked against Ava’s lips, her fingers toying with the lace strap of her bra.

“I never stopped thinking about you,” Ava confessed, her hands sliding down Olivia’s toned back, nails digging into flesh as their hips met.

The bed was too far. Olivia spun them around, pinning Ava against the wall, her thigh pressing between Ava’s legs, earning a gasp that sent a fresh wave of arousal through her body. Their breaths came in ragged pants, the room thick with the scent of need and the soft sounds of lips, skin, and whispered confessions.

“Tell me to stop,” Olivia murmured against the hollow of Ava’s throat, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

Ava whimpered, her body arching, surrendering completely. “I could never…”

That was all Olivia needed.

In a blur of fevered touches and tangled limbs, they tumbled onto the bed, the air filled with breathless laughter and desperate moans. Olivia’s hands were everywhere—mapping, exploring, claiming. Ava writhed beneath her, fingers gripping the sheets as Olivia kissed a path down her body, her tongue tracing fire along her skin.

“Olivia…” Ava gasped, her body trembling, her world narrowing to the wicked mouth between her thighs, to the pleasure building like a tidal wave inside her.

Olivia’s name fell from her lips again, this time a cry of ecstasy as she shattered, her body trembling beneath Olivia’s relentless touch. But Olivia wasn’t finished. She climbed back up, capturing Ava’s lips once more, tasting her own name on them.

Ava moaned, arching into her touch as Olivia’s lips traveled lower again. This time, as she buried herself between Ava’s trembling thighs, she moaned deeply, letting her voice vibrate against sensitive flesh, making Ava’s whole body jolt in bliss.

“Oh my god—Olivia!” Ava’s voice broke, her body surrendering to wave after wave of pleasure, her cries lost in the storm outside.

Olivia smirked, savoring the taste of Ava, dragging her tongue over slick heat as she whispered against her skin, “You’re mine.”

Ava reached down, fingers tangling in Olivia’s hair, pulling her up for a deep, breathless kiss. “I always was.”

No more watching. No more playing for an audience.

This time, it was just for them.