Chapter 486: Death of Phei: Beneath the Robe

Phei pushed open the bedroom door—quiet, careful, the faint scent of cedar and rain from his sheets already wrapping around him like home.

And there she was.

Maya Scarlett lay in the center of his bed, propped on one elbow, facing the door exactly as though she’d arranged herself in that precise position hours ago and practiced it many times to perfection, waiting for the exact second he would walk through.

Her silver hair spilled across the dark pillow like moonlight on water, strands catching the low bedside lamp and shimmering soft silver-gold.

Her skin glowed luminous under the warm light of the room and the moon light spilling in through the open window—porcelain-pale, flawless, almost translucent across the delicate hollows of her collarbones, the gentle swell of her small, high breasts.

She wore a delicate lace robe—thin, pale ivory, spun so fine it looked like mist clinging to her body.

The front wasn’t tied. It hung open in a deep, careless

V

, revealing the full length of her bare form beneath: pale-rose nipples already drawn tight into tiny, trembling peaks from anticipation alone, the soft dip of her navel rising and falling with shallow breaths, the faint silvery trail of hair between her thighs leading down to the

shadowed cleft

where her untouched virgin female waited—lips smooth, pale-pink, already glistening with a faint sheen of nervous arousal.

She looked like innocence wrapped in sin—fragile, radiant, and utterly his.

The moment their eyes met, she smiled a small, shy, radiant smile and slipped off the bed. Bare feet silent on the heated floor, she walked to him, robe fluttering open wider with each hesitant step, offering glimpses of smooth skin beneath: the gentle curve of hip, the faint

dimples

above her ass, the soft inner thighs already trembling.

When she reached him—close enough that the faint warmth of her body brushed his chest, close enough that he could feel the heat radiating from her bare skin—he spoke without thinking, voice low and rough with something close to awe.

"You’re going to be the

death

of me

tonight, Maya Scarlett, MY LOVE."

Her reaction was instant, perfect disaster with cheeks flamed crimson, eyes widened, then darted away. She ducked her head, silver hair falling forward to

curtain

her face, fingers twisting nervously in the open edges of the robe.

"I—I’m not—"

she stammered, voice tiny, then softer, almost a whisper, "—you always say things like that..."

Before he could answer, she stepped into him like the only thing that meant anything at all in her world— her arms sliding around his waist, face pressing to his chest.

"

Phei~

" she whispered, the single syllable trembling with shy need, her breath hot through his shirt.

He wrapped her up immediately—arms strong around her narrow back, one hand cradling the nape of her neck, fingers threading gently through silver strands, the other splaying wide across the small of her back.

The lace robe was useless against his touch and it parted like mist, letting him feel every inch of bare, fever-warm skin beneath for the first time this close, this real.

His palms glided over the satin-smooth dip of her spine—slow, reverent—tracing the delicate knobs of vertebrae, the gentle flare of her hips, the plush curve where back met the perfect heart-shape of her ass.

Her skin felt impossibly soft—

like warm silk stretched over living heat

—trembling under his fingertips, goosebumps rising in waves wherever he touched.

A

full-body tremor

rolled through her—innocent, electric, devastating.

No Goddess Fall Touch.

Just his hands. Just his

touch

on her bare skin for the very first time.

Her breath hitched against his shirt in tiny, shocked gasps; pale-rose nipples scraped through thin fabric against his chest, hardening to aching points; thighs pressed together instinctively, a tiny, helpless clench.

Phei nearly

lost

his own control—his cock throbbed painfully behind his zipper, thick and heavy, already leaking hot pre-cum in thick ropes—but instead he hugged her tighter, burying his face in her silver hair, inhaling the clean, sweet scent of her shampoo mixed with the faint, intimate musk of her arousal.

"

Maya~

" he whispered, eyes closed, voice reverent.

He pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the crown of her head—lips brushing soft strands—then another to her temple, then the delicate shell of her ear.

"You feel...

so fucking perfect

in my arms. Like you were made to fit right here."

She

snuggled

deeper in his—another tremor, softer this time, like she was melting into him.

Her small breasts pressed tighter against his chest, nipples dragging slow, teasing circles through fabric; her hips shifted shyly, the bare skin of her mound brushing the hard ridge of his cock through denim, making her gasp softly against his throat.

This was the closest and most bare they’d ever been with each other.

After a long heartbeat she pulled back just enough to look up—eyes glassy, shining, so wide and soft and innocent he’d never seen anything like it in his life.

She rose on tiptoe—hesitant, trembling—and kissed his cheek: the softest brush of lips, barely there, yet it burned straight through him like fire.

Then she ducked her head again, voice barely audible, cheeks flaming.

"Go... go shower. So we can sleep."

Phei smiled—slow, teasing, filthy-warm—his thumb stroking the bare skin at the small of her back in slow, soothing circles.

"Want to join me?"

he murmured, voice dropping to gravel, lips brushing her forehead.

Maya froze.

A violent shiver ripped through her—full-body, thighs clamping tight, breath catching in a tiny, shocked gasp.

Her nipples scraped harder against his shirt.

Then she bolted—ripped herself from his arms, spun, and dove face-first into the bed.

She yanked the pillow over her head, muffling a high, shrieking wail.

"

Phei!

Shameless—shameless—

shameless!

"

What she didn’t realize—what she couldn’t possibly know—was how the lace robe had ridden up when she dove. The thin fabric clung uselessly to her hips, leaving the perfect,

heart-shaped

cheeks

of her ass bare to his gaze: smooth, pale, plush, the faint crease where thigh met cheek begging to be kissed, bitten, worshipped.

Slick already glistened along her inner thighs in glossy rivulets; her pussy peeked between them—pale-pink lips puffy and parted just enough to reveal the delicate inner folds, already shining with arousal, clit a tiny, swollen pearl peeking from its hood.

Fuck.

How can she be so hot...

He swallowed hard—throat working visibly—cock jerking painfully against denim, pre-cum soaking through in a thick, dark patch.

"So..." he drawled, stepping closer to the bed, voice low and teasing, "you don’t want to join me?"

From beneath the pillow came a muffled, mortified squeak.

"

This—this is our first night!

" she wailed, voice cracking with embarrassment.

"You should behave—!"

Phei laughed—soft, warm, delighted.

"Exactly why I’m asking, baby." He leaned one knee on the mattress, voice dropping to gravel and tender filth. "This is our first night. That’s why I want you in there with me.

Naked

.

Wet

.

Pressed against me

while the water runs over us both—my hands learning every inch of this perfect little body, my mouth tasting you everywhere, slow and sweet until you’re trembling and whispering my name like a prayer."

Maya shrieked again—higher, more frantic—shoved her face deeper into the pillow.

"

That’s not what I

meant—!"

He laughed again—low, fond—then straightened.

"Alright, alright. I’ll behave... for now."

He turned toward the bathroom—paused at the door—glanced back.

She was still buried under the pillow, ass up, robe rucked high, thighs trembling, the faint silvery trail between her legs glistening under the lamp.

Phei smiled—soft, boyish, utterly smitten.

"Shameless Phei, huh?" he teased gently.

From the bed came a muffled, indignant "

Yes!

"

He chuckled, stepped inside, and closed the door behind him.

A moment later—soft, invisible—Eira drifted closer to the bed.

She hovered just above the sheets, crystalline wings still, voice a conspiratorial whisper.

"I didn’t know the

all-powerful Maya Scarlett

was, in the end... just a shy

virgin teenager

on her first night with her lover."

Maya’s head snapped up—cheeks blazing scarlet, eyes wide with mortified fury.

"

Eira—!

"

She kicked—bare foot swiping through empty air—but Eira was already darting away, giggling like wind chimes in a storm.

Maya collapsed back into the pillow—muttering furiously, face buried again.

"

Shameless...

shameless... shameless

Phei...

"

But beneath the embarrassment, her lips curved—just the tiniest,

secret

smile.

Because even as she hid, her body still

thrummed

with the memory of his arms around her bare skin, his hands gliding over her back, his voice whispering her name like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.

And she knew—deep down—exactly how

shameless

she wanted him to be.