Chapter 51: The Golden Eagle and the Bunny [M]

[Livestream has been forcibly shut down.]

[Welcome to Zone 0!]

Zone 0?

Summer looked around and quickly realized that she was probably inside Zeros Hotel. More specifically, the presidential suite.

The bedroom alone was at least twice bigger than the room she had stayed in before.

"Summer?" Ilya’s voice sounded rough and weak. "Did you guide me?"

"Yes," Summer quickly replied.

She looked down and then realized that the moment she returned to her human form, she wasn’t wearing any clothes.

Well, Ilya had covered her body with his golden wings, but as they slowly folded back into his back, she was left completely bare.

But for some reason, she didn’t feel embarrassed at all because the only thing on her mind right now was how to get rid of the heat that was slowly starting to fill her body again.

Ilya also seemed troubled by it. Especially with their high compatibility, the heat would be impossible to avoid.

Maybe that was also why Archer had sent them straight into a hotel room.

"I..." Ilya swallowed hard after looking at her bare body, then immediately looked back up at her face. "I could shock my own heart and pass out right now."

His eyes had already turned golden again, and from the way he looked at her, Summer knew that he was filled with lust and was trying to fight it with what little self-control he had left.

Summer slowly took his healthy hand, slipping her fingers between his so their skin could touch.

"It’s alright," Summer said in a low voice. She tilted her head slightly as she closed the distance between their faces. "I’m already naked anyway."

She closed her eyes as her lips met his.

His lips felt cold at first, but little by little, they began to warm against hers. Unfortunately, his metal arm would always remain cold whenever he touched her with it.

It reminded Summer of how lonely she had felt when she couldn’t have any skin contact with anyone.

She knew how cold it was to go without warmth for too long, so she didn’t pull away. Instead, Summer moved closer.

Her hand slowly slipped from Ilya’s fingers to his wrist, then higher along his arm. She touched every bit of warm skin she could reach, almost like she was trying to remind herself that he was really here.

Ilya’s breathing had already grown heavier. His hands, which had been still at first, finally moved across her back, tracing her spine from the bottom all the way up.

His metal arm shifted to the back of Summer’s neck, pulling her closer so he could deepen the kiss. Without breaking it, he flipped their positions until he was on top of her.

Their bodies only got hotter. Even after she turned on the air conditioner, it barely helped. ℯℯ𝑙.

When they finally pulled apart, Ilya kept giving her small kisses on her lips and cheeks.

Summer whispered between the kisses, "Do you want to take the shower first?"

After all, they had been on the battlefield all day, and the heat in their bodies made their skin sticky.

Ilya didn’t answer with words. He just nodded once, then stood up and pulled her with him.

The bathroom in the presidential suite was almost as big as the bedroom. The shower was wide enough for both of them, with glass walls and several rainfall heads.

Ilya turned the water on and warm water filled the bathroom almost immediately. Steam rose around them as he stepped under it first, then pulled Summer in after him.

The water ran over their bodies, washing away the dirt and the sticky feeling from earlier. Summer tilted her head back for a moment, letting it soak her hair, but Ilya didn’t give her much time.

He cupped her face with his warm hand and kissed her again, even deeper this time. His tongue slid against hers while the water poured over both of them. Summer’s hands moved to his chest, then lower, touching every warm patch of skin she could find.

Ilya’s metal fingers trailed down her side, cool against her heated skin. He cupped one of her breasts, thumb brushing over her nipple until it hardened under the water.

When she made a small sound against his mouth, he did the same to the other one, rolling the sensitive peak between cool metal and warm water.

He kissed her like he couldn’t get enough; lips, jaw, the side of her neck. Every time he sucked lightly on her skin, another wave of heat shot through her.

Not long after, Ilya dropped to one knee in front of her. The water cascaded over his hair and shoulders as he lifted one of her legs and rested it over his shoulder. Summer’s hand immediately went to his hair for balance.

He didn’t waste time. He parted her with two fingers, looked at her for a second, then leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly over her clit.

Summer’s hips jerked, so he did it again—firmer this time—then closed his mouth around the small bud and sucked while his tongue flicked against it.

The combination of his warm mouth and the warm water made her thighs tremble.

His metal hand held her hip against the glass wall so she couldn’t move away. His other hand slid two fingers inside her, curling them against the spot that made her breath catch.

He kept circling and sucking her clitoris in a steady rhythm while his fingers thrust deeper.

Every time her breathing got heavier, he adjusted: sucking harder, adding a third finger, rubbing the heel of his palm against her clit while his tongue dipped lower to taste her more thoroughly.

Summer’s fingers tightened in his hair. "Ilya—"

He hummed against her, the vibration shooting straight through her, and didn’t stop until her whole body went tight.

The orgasm hit her hard. Her thighs clenched around his head and her voice cracked on his name. Ilya stayed right there, licking her through it, fingers still moving gently inside her until the shudders finally slowed.

Only after he made her body weak, he stood up. He kissed her again, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

To be honest, Summer was starting to get addicted to the feel of having sex with both brothers.

Maybe it was because, in her old world, her body had stopped responding to touch in the same way. Now that she could finally feel everything again—the warmth, the desire, the comfort—she wanted to hold onto it for as long as she could.

As he deepened their kiss, Summer’s hand found his hardened manhood and stroked him once from base to tip. Ilya’s breath left him in a rough exhale.

"I want you inside me," she said against his mouth. "Now."