She could hear everything.
The slick sound of their bodies moving.
The low growl in Haruki's throat as he fought to control himself.
The wet slap every time he sank deep.
She hissed.Trying to endure the pain feeling.
But she didn't want him to stop.
She loved the way he lost control with her.
Loved how his body trembled as he moved inside.
Loved the way his hands spread across her waist, possessive, hot—like he couldn't bear to let her go.
Her breathing came in sharp gasps now, her fingers tightening against the sheets.
Kyouko looked back, just barely, her hair falling over her shoulder.
Haruki's expression was raw.
His jaw clenched.
Eyes half-lidded.
His chest heaving with each movement.
He was beautiful like that.
Wild.
And for a moment—despite the discomfort—Kyouko felt proud.
She could take him.
She could give him what no one else dared to.
"More…" she whispered shakily, the corners of her lips trembling.
"If you want it… take it…"
The rhythm intensified.
