Shadowbanned: Part 3

Cady figures she has traced the root of the disturbances. Then a scream rips through the house, and she heads straight to the bedroom. The lights stutter. The air feels heavy, as if something shares it. She speaks to the dark. “I know where you’ve gone, Jamie. And how to bring you back.” She opens a call, dozens of fans on the other end. Together they reach for the girl they’ve watched night after night. When the energy peaks, Jamie snaps into sight in a pale glare, whole, breathing. Her body moves on instinct. She grabs Cady by the waist and crushes their mouths together. Breasts press. Hips roll. Their slick folds find each other in one slow grind while fingers tighten, nails dragging new lines across flushed skin. Pulse slams under a belly that’s already quivering, and the kiss grows rawer—tongues meeting with wet, needy strokes. The distance left is nothing now. Every missing second is reclaimed in urgent friction, one kiss turning into the next until the air tastes like salt and heat.