Here's a romantic and steamy continuation that blends sensuality with the love they share, while keeping
The soft scent of cinnamon and warm butter drifted from the kitchen. Keal stood by the counter, wearing nothing but a loosely tied robe that swayed with each movement. Rivan was leaning against the opposite shelf in nothing but black boxers, a spatula in one hand, hair tousled and lips slightly parted as he hummed under his breath.
Liora stood in the doorway, a white button-down shirt barely clinging to her shoulders, the curve of one breast exposed with only a single button done. Her underwear clung low on her hips. The morning light spilled across her skin like silk.
They hadn't touched her like that since the babies were born. Not the way she needed.
She walked up behind Rivan, arms slipping around his waist, her cheek resting against the bare expanse of his back.
"Morning," she murmured, voice still rough from sleep — or maybe hunger.
He smiled, turning slightly. "Morning, sweetheart. Hungry?"
She slid her hands slowly down his abdomen. "I am… but not for pancakes."
He turned in her arms, eyes dropping instantly to her shirt — how it clung, how it hung open just enough to drive him mad.
Keal looked over, lips parted, robe shifting just enough to expose a glimpse of his thigh — and more. Her gaze flicked to him, bold and teasing. "I feel like having you instead."
Rivan swallowed hard. "Liora…"
She moved forward, letting her fingers slip between Rivan's legs, cupping him gently, boldly. His breath hitched, body instantly reacting.
"I watched you two for months," she whispered, nuzzling his jaw. "I missed touching you… missed being taken."
Keal came up behind her, his hands sliding around her waist, lips brushing the back of her neck. "Ten more days and the doctor said you'll be cleared…"
"I know," she sighed, leaning into both of them. "But I ache for you. I want to feel your mouths, your hands. I want to watch you lose yourselves in me."
Keal's hands moved to her breasts, thumb circling one nipple, already hardened from his touch. "Then we'll worship you until you can take us fully. We'll make you come with just our mouths if that's what it takes."
Rivan's lips found hers, slow and deep, fingers sliding beneath the hem of her shirt. Keal pressed closer, his lips grazing her shoulder before kissing Rivan over her neck.
"You both drive me insane," she whispered, her body trembling with need.
"We plan to," Keal said, lifting her slightly onto the counter, sliding between her thighs.
She gasped, back arching, both of them now worshipping her like she was made of stars.
Outside the kitchen, the babies still slept. But in that moment, the world belonged to the three of them — hearts full, bodies burning, and love deeper than flesh.
Rivan dropped to his knees, his lips brushing along the fabric of her loose robe as he held her hips gently. But Liora, with a small smile and a hand in his hair, pulled him back up.
"Not now," she whispered. "I'm still healing. Still bleeding. But I want to feel you both… in other ways."
Keal wrapped his arms around her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder. "We'll give you everything, love. In every way that doesn't hurt you."
They shared a warm, lingering kiss before shifting to the kitchen. The scent of pancakes and brewed coffee filled the morning air, light pouring through the windows as if blessing the moment. Liora leaned against the counter, watching her husbands move around the space like second nature. Keal flipped pancakes with practiced ease while Rivan plated fruit and cut pieces into toddler-sized bites.
After breakfast, Liora sat on the couch with the twins. She was tired, her body aching in quiet ways—but she was glowing. She unbuttoned her shirt just enough to feed them both, her arms full of their tiny, perfect bodies. Keal and Rivan moved around her, their hands touching her softly—her back, her arm, her hair, her jaw. No words were needed. Only their touches, their silent admiration.
Once the babies were fed and laid back into their crib, Liora remained seated, her eyes following Keal and Rivan as they cleaned up breakfast. They moved so naturally around each other, passing utensils, brushing fingers, whispering and laughing.
She tilted her head.
"I want to see you," she said suddenly. Her voice was low, but firm.
Keal paused, turning. "See us?"
Rivan raised an eyebrow, though a playful smirk touched his lips. "You mean… like that?"
Liora nodded. "I want to watch you. I've felt it… the way you two hold back when I'm around. But I want the truth. I want to see all of it."
Keal walked over slowly, crouching in front of her. "Are you sure, love? You just gave birth. You don't need to prove anything."
"It's not about proving," she whispered. "I'm yours. But I also want to feel like I'm part of everything you share—not separate from it. I can't join fully right now… but I can watch. I can feel through you."
Rivan reached for her hand. "Then we'll give it to you. Everything."
She settled back against the pillows, robe loose but comfortably covering her. She felt raw and vulnerable—but safe.
Keal stepped toward Rivan first, placing a hand on his waist. Their kiss began soft, unhurried. Liora's breath caught. It was beautiful—the way their mouths moved, how their bodies leaned toward one another. Rivan's hands slid up Keal's chest, their foreheads resting together as they paused.
"More," she whispered.
Their kisses deepened. They stripped slowly—shirt first, then pants. Rivan laughed when Keal pulled him onto the bed beside her. She turned to her side, her eyes locked on them, her fingers absently stroking Keal's shoulder as he kissed Rivan's neck, bit down gently, then pulled away to admire the red mark.
They rolled together, tangled in blankets. Their hands explored, lips tracing the familiar paths of each other's bodies. The room was filled with gasps, soft groans, and the occasional chuckle when they bumped into a pillow or a knee.
Liora's breathing quickened with theirs. Her hand reached out, not to join—but to connect. She ran her palm along Rivan's back as he arched toward Keal's touch. She held Keal's wrist as he stroked Rivan gently, rhythm building slowly, like a wave.
"Don't hold back," she whispered. "I want to see you fall apart."
And they did.
Their kisses turned desperate, their movements faster. Keal buried his face in Rivan's neck while Rivan moaned openly, shamelessly. Liora's hand slid up Keal's side, grounding them, reminding them she was there—not just watching, but sharing it with them.
When it was over, they collapsed together, tangled and breathless. Rivan reached for her immediately, drawing her into the cocoon of warmth and skin. Keal curled behind her, pressing a kiss to her temple.
"That was… intense," Rivan murmured, still flushed.
"You're both beautiful," Liora whispered. "You don't know what it means to me… to witness that. To feel close even when I can't… be involved fully."
Keal turned her chin gently to meet his lips. "You are always involved, Liora. Every heartbeat of ours is because of you."
She smiled. "Then next time… I'll be in the middle again."
Rivan grinned. "Ten days. We're counting."
As they held each other in the warm silence, the sound of soft baby breathing filled the room. And for a while, nothing else mattered. Not the rules of healing. Not the ache of waiting.
Just this moment. Just them.
Together.