The room was a wreck of twisted sheets, damp with sweat and slick heat, yet the hunger between them refused to die down. Yoru hovered above Rika, his breath ragged, his cock still half-hard against her trembling thigh. His fingers brushed the damp strands of hair from her flushed face, those wild green eyes staring up at him with dazed devotion.
"Yokun…" she whispered weakly, her voice hoarse. "I can't move… I can't feel my legs…"
He smirked darkly and leaned down, kissing the corner of her swollen lips. "Then you don't have to move, Rinchan. I'll take care of everything."
Her heart raced. Even after everything, his voice alone sent sparks shooting through her overstimulated core.
Without warning, Yoru slipped his hand between her thighs. His fingers found her slick, swollen folds and he teased her clit in slow, lazy circles. Rika gasped, her hips twitching involuntarily.
"Yokun…!"
"Shhh," he husked against her ear, nibbling her earlobe. "You wanted more, remember?"
