The air in the room still pulsed with the aftershocks of their last climax — hot, thick, and electric. Yet even as they lay tangled, their skin damp with sweat and their breaths uneven, neither Yoru nor Rika had truly come down.
Because they both knew…
It wasn't over.
Not yet.
Yoru's cock, slick and flushed from their last round, was already twitching back to life, hardening between Rika's parted thighs. Her wrists were still bound above her head with the red silk ribbon, a bold streak of crimson against her pale, trembling skin. Her cheeks were flushed, lips parted, her chest rising and falling with ragged anticipation.
He hovered above her, one hand caressing her bound arms, the other gently stroking her inner thigh. Her legs twitched, oversensitive, but her eyes—those wild, glassy, pleasure-drunk eyes—never wavered from his.
"You're still so tight," he whispered, voice low and thick with lust. "Still so ready."
