"No," Yara says firmly as she reaches out and grabs your arm, her grip tightening until you're forced to look at her. "You're not leaving me like this." She pulls you closer, pressing herself against you. "Not until I know for sure that you're okay...and that whoever did this won't come after us again."

Yara's eyes narrow in suspicion as you try to wriggle out of her grasp and claim that it was just a bad fall. "And why did you run here covered in blood?" she demands, still refusing to let go. "Who were you with? Who sent you on this mission?"

Her grip tightens fractionally as she presses herself even closer against your warm body. She can feel your heart racing beneath her palm, and it only serves to fuel her anger and worry.

Her hips piston upward, grinding against Trish as she feels herself reaching the edge. "Yeah," she gasps, voice ragged with desire. "Scream for me." With a final thrust of her fingers inside Trish's wet heat, Yara lets out a hoarse cry and comes apart, her body shuddering against Trish as pleasure washes over her in waves.

When she finally pulls away, she collapses back onto the tub's ledge, panting for air. "

Her eyes drift closed as she catches her breath, but the satisfied smile on her face doesn't fade. "Now," she says huskily, "it's your turn." Her fingers trail down Trish's stomach, finding their target and circling gently before pressing inside, claiming what is hers again. "I want to hear you scream for me."

As Yara steps out of the room to make some calls and ensure everything is settled on her end, you decide to change your clothes. While she's gone, you slip into a nearby bathroom and wash up as best as you can, taking care not to remove any evidence that might be useful later. Once you feel presentable again, you choose a new outfit from Yara's extensive wardrobe, something more casual but still stylish.

As you finish dressing in the new outfit, Yara finally reenters the room, her expression slightly more relaxed now that she's taken care of business on her end. She glances over at you and smiles softly. "Everything seems to be under control," she says, walking towards you again.

"Now we just need to wait for things to simmer down a bit before we can properly discuss our next move." Her gaze flickers down to your new attire, and she can't help but smile wider. "

Yara turns her head to look at you, her expression softening slightly. "I know... it's just... everything feels so different now." She takes another deep breath, trying to steady herself before speaking again. "Can we... can we just sleep together like this? Maybe tomorrow we can talk about it more?"

Her fingers trace circles on your chest, her touch gentle and reassuring despite the turmoil within her.

"Shh... let's rest," Yara murmurs sleepily against your cheek as she snuggles closer to you, exhaustion catching up with both of you. "We'll figure everything else out later. For now, just hold me."

Her expression freezes. "What?" She stops in her tracks, dropping your hand as shock washes over her features. "You... you killed someone?" she whispers hoarsely. "Kit Loh... why would you do that? How is this going to help us?"

She shakes her head, still unable to process the information. "I don't understand..." She starts, but trails off as realization finally dawns on her. "You did it for me, didn't you? You thought I could use their money or something..."

Yara stares at you, her eyes wide with disbelief and confusion. "Kit Loh..." she whispers, taking a step closer to you. "Why didn't you just talk to me about this? I could have helped you... we could have found another way."

She reaches up, cupping your cheek in her hand, searching your eyes for an answer. "I don't understand why you keep holding back from me..." Her voice cracks, and she swallows hard before continuing. "I thought we trusted each other...

Yara's breath hitches in her throat as you begin to reveal more of her body, her desire for you growing with every inch she exposes. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you to continue, begging for the connection she feels pulsing between them. As your hand slides lower and brushes against the lace of her bra, a sharp moan escapes her lips.

"Please," she whispers again, arching her back further as she writhes against you in wanton need.

Yara gasps as you brush against her bare skin, and she breaks their kiss to gasp for air. "I want..." She trails off, unable to find the words to express just how much she needs this connection with you. Her eyes meet yours, pleading silently for more. Her fingers fumble with the buttons of your own shirt, eager to feel every inch of your skin against hers.