Caelum savoured every inch of the tremor coursing through Lethia's body in his embrace.
Even though the one holding her from behind was his clone, he could feel everything the clone felt.
Every sensory nerve, every thread of thought, still centred on his true body. They might not have been doing the same thing at the same time, but their soul remained one.
Lethia's hand grabbed his just as he started tugging her skirt down, making Caelum smirk slyly.
The contrast between that resistance and her heavy-lidded eyes, flushed cheeks practically begging for more, made his breath hitch.
"You want me to stop?" Caelum teased, voice low, eyes dark with intent.
But instead of stopping, his clone sank its teeth into the curve of her neck, sucking hard while his fingers clamped around her nipples in the same breath.
"Aahh…" Lethia whimpered sharply, her body jerking in response.
