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… they weren't done.
"Yokun…" Rika's voice was soft, needy, yet trembling, as her slender fingers curled against his chest, drawing lazy circles in the sheen of sweat that coated his skin. "I… I still want you. I can't stop."
Yoru chuckled low in his throat, the sound rough with desire. "Rinchan…" He tilted her chin up, capturing her glazed, half-lidded violet eyes with his hungry amber gaze. "You don't have to ask. I told you. I won't stop until you're completely mine."
Her cheeks flushed furiously at his words, her thighs pressing together instinctively. "B-but… I'm already yours… Yokun…"
His hand trailed down her side, slow and possessive, tracing every dip and curve of her slick skin. "Not enough. I want more of you."
