Frustrated, he stepped back and, in a move that could only be described as primal, he kicked the door—once, twice—until it splintered with an ear-splitting crack.
Inside, Ciry jolted awake, her eyes wide with confusion and a hint of mild panic. She stared at the now-broken door as it hung limply off its hinges, and then—there he was.
Ryu stood in the doorway like an angry tornado of muscle and raw tension. His eyes locked with hers, and for a moment, neither spoke.
Finally, Ciry blinked, breaking the silence. "You broke the door!" she shrieked, sitting up in bed and clutching the covers like she was ready to go into battle. "What kind of freak—"
Ryu didn't answer. He was too busy trying to process the storm of conflicting urges inside him.
He closed the gap between them in a single stride, his movements sharp and intense. Without a word, he pressed her back onto the bed, his strength overwhelming. Ciry's breath hitched as the weight of the situation settled between them.
Ciry's heart pounded as Ryu pinned her down, his muscular body pressing against hers. She could feel his manhood hardening through his pants, straining against the fabric. "Get off me, you brute!" she shouted, struggling beneath him. But Ryu just grinned wickedly, his dark eyes smoldering with lust.
"I don't think so, sweetheart, you messed with the wrong person," he growled, tearing away her crop top.
Ciry gasped as cool air hit her exposed breasts. She crossed her arms over her chest, but Ryu easily pushed them aside, cupping her full mounds in his hands. "So soft," he purred, thumbs grazing over her hardening nipples.
"Stop it! Don't touch me!" Ciry cried, squirming beneath him. But her words lacked conviction as her body betrayed her, responding to his touch.
Ryu chuckled darkly, his hands roaming lower to toy with the waistband of her tight shorts. "You're mine now," he rasped, yanking the fabric down to reveal her lacy panties. "And I'm going to take what I want."
The concoction she slipped into his drink worked exactly as she intended—it made him wild with desire.
She knew what it would do to him. This was her game: to awaken his craving for intimacy and then retreat into the shadows, leaving him to suffer in longing while she watched, hidden and satisfied. Her goals: to be thrown away the next day early in the morning for being a inconsiderate woman.
Ciry shook her head frantically, hot tears pricking her eyes. She couldn't let this happen, not like this! But as Ryu's lips found her neck, trailing hot kisses down to her collarbone, her resolve began to crumble.
His hands were everywhere, stroking, kneading, setting her skin ablaze with his touch.
"Please," she whimpered, not even sure what she was begging for anymore. More? Less? For him to stop or never stop? The pleasurable sensations were overwhelming her senses.
Ryu just smiled against her skin, continuing his sensual assault on her body. He hooked his fingers in her panties, tugging them down inch by tantalizing inch. Cool air kissed her aching core, making her shudder.
"Fuck, you're soaked," Ryu groaned, dipping a finger between her slick folds. Ciry bit her lip hard to stifle a moan as he teased her entrance. "Such a naughty little minx," he whispered hotly. "Trying to drug me then hiding away from me."
Ciry flushed crimson with embarrassment and shame. He was right - her body was responding eagerly despite her mind's protests. "I didn't... Want... I don't..." she panted breathlessly.
"You did and you do," Ryu cut her off, thrusting a finger inside her tight heat. Ciry cried out, hips bucking involuntarily to meet his hand. He pumped his finger slowly, gradually building up speed until Ciry was writhing beneath him.
Her hands fisted the sheets as pleasure built within her, his touch unraveling her completely. She heard herself moaning, the sound echoing obscenely in the room.
Ryu added another finger, curling them just right to stroke her inner walls. "Come for me," he commanded roughly, thumb rubbing firm circles on her clit. "I want to feel you come on my hand."
Ciry's climax hit her hard, like a wave crashing over her. She shook and shuddered as ecstasy washed through her, crying out Ryu's name. He worked her through it, extending her pleasure until she collapsed bonelessly beneath him, panting harshly.
Ryu hovered over her, pupils narrowed with lust. "Not done yet," he promised darkly, fumbling with his belt. Ciry watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he freed his thick cock, already leaking at the tip. Her core clenched in anticipation, a forbidden thrill shooting through her.
Ryu grabbed her thighs, pushing them apart as he settled between her legs. The head of his cock nudged against her entrance and Ciry tensed, a flicker of fear cutting through her post-orgasmic haze.
"Wait, I...I'm not on birth control," she blurted out. "Please, we can't..."
Ryu silenced her with a searing lick, his tongue plundering her clit greedily. Ciry melted into the sensation, forgetting her protests as arousal reignited in her veins.
In one swift motion, Ryu thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt in her tight heat. They both groaned at the feeling - Ciry at the stretch and fullness, Ryu at the velvety smoothness enveloping him. He gave her a moment to adjust before pulling out and slamming back in, setting a relentless pace.
Ciry clung to him as he pounded into her, the wet slap of skin on skin and their harsh pants filling the room. Pleasure spiked through her with each deep thrust, building higher and higher. Ryu angled his hips and suddenly he was hitting that perfect spot inside her, making Ciry see stars.
"Yes, right there!" she keened, wrapping her legs around his waist. Ryu growled in response, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises as he chased his own release. His rhythm became erratic, each thrust sharp and deep.
"Fuck, I'm close," he grunted.
The words sent Ciry hurtling over the edge once more. She came with a scream, walls fluttering and clenching around Ryu's pistoning cock. He followed shortly after with a hoarse shout, burying himself deep and painting her insides with his hot seed.
They collapsed together in a tangle of sweaty limbs, chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breath. Ciry turned her face away in shame and embarrassment, trying to process what had just happened. She had never felt so used, so thoroughly taken...
But even as self-loathing crept in, she couldn't deny the deep sense of satisfaction humming in her veins. As sleep over took her and her mind goes blank.