Nine shot up, capturing Aya's lips in a fevered kiss before she could even process what was happening. His grip was firm, fingers tangling into her hair as she struggled, trying to push him away.
"Nine!" Aya gasped, barely breaking free as she shoved his face back, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
But Nine's tongue flicked out, licking her palm—hot, wet, and teasingly slow. A shiver ran down her spine, and she froze for half a second before her instincts kicked in.
"Bad! Bad!" She slapped him—once, then twice.
The sharp sound echoed in the quiet kitchen, but Nine barely flinched. Instead, he caught her wrists, yanking her close as he lowered his head, his breath tickling her skin.
His lips brushed against her nape. A small bite. A slow nibble. The sensation sent heat pooling in her belly.
"We're in the kitchen," she hissed, grabbing his hair and yanking him back forcefully.
Nine straightened, towering over her, his eyes locked onto her like a predator cornering its prey. Aya gulped, instinctively backing away until her hips hit the table.
Then her gaze dipped lower.
Nine's crotch was hard. Thick. Straining beneath his loose pants.
Her face burned. "You can't just use 'that' here. What the heck, Nine?" she said, pointing at his hardened length.
Nine tilted his head, usually playful, but this time… he wasn't smiling. His eyes darkened, filled with something raw. Something dangerously serious.
"You don't want it?"
Aya froze.
He wasn't teasing. Not this time.
A long silence stretched between them before she turned sharply, her heart pounding.
"I hate you."
She clenched her fists, trying to suppress the heat curling inside her, cursing herself for how her body betrayed her.
Before she could escape—
"AHH!"
Her world spun as strong arms lifted her, weightless, before Nine dashed forward, leaping effortlessly through the halls.
"Nine!" she shrieked, struggling, but his grip was unyielding.
Servants quickly bowed and turned away as he passed, unfazed by the sight of their master carrying a flustered, furious Aya through the estate. He kicked open the doors, entering three rooms before finally reaching the bedroom.
Aya barely regained her balance when he let go of her, tossing her onto the king-sized bed draped in rich silk.
SLAP!
Nine's head turned slightly from the impact, but he barely reacted.
"Are you forcing me?" Aya demanded, her chest heaving, her entire body burning with a mix of anger and something far more dangerous.
Nine exhaled slowly, his breath warm against her cheek as he leaned in. His hands slid around her waist, and in one smooth motion, he pressed her down onto the bed.
"A-ah!"
Aya gasped, arching involuntarily as his leg slipped between hers, pressing right where she was growing unbearably sensitive.
"Force you?" His voice was low, husky, right in her ear. "Hmmm?"
She bit her lip, but her body betrayed her.
Nine shifted, his crotch throbbing against her belly.
"N-Nine," she breathed, her thighs squeezing around his leg.
He slid his fingers down, his touch featherlight against the slit of her cunt.
Aya moaned.
"You're drenched," he murmured in amusement, watching as she trembled beneath him, her cheeks flushed with frustration and arousal.
"Shut up," she snapped, glaring at him.
But then he slipped a finger inside.
"Ah—!"
Her nails dug into his scalp as she clutched his hair, her entire body tightening.
Nine smirked, sliding deeper, teasing her insides with slow, deliberate strokes. His other hand cupped her breast, kneading it gently, his thumb flicking her sensitive nipple. His mouth followed, his tongue tracing her collarbone before latching onto her skin, sucking, biting—leaving his mark.
Aya gritted her teeth, her body twitching uncontrollably as pleasure coiled tightly within her.
Then—
Squirrrt
"Ahhh—Nine!"
A high-pitched cry left her lips as her release gushed out, splashing onto Nine's arm.
She collapsed onto the bed, panting. Her half-lidded eyes locked onto him as he slowly pulled back.
Nine licked his fingers, slow and deliberate.
"Sweet."
He grinned before discarding his robes, his weapons clattering to the floor.
Aya swallowed hard.
His toned body shimmered under the dim candlelight, his skin slick with sweat.
Then, in a flash, he grabbed her ankles and yanked her toward him, forcing her legs apart as he settled between them.
"Ah… You keep coming," he mused, spreading her folds with his fingers, watching how wet and swollen she was. Aya twitched as another gush of arousal spilled out.
"No, no—"
Her words were cut off as Nine lowered his head and latched onto her hole, his tongue delving deep inside.
Aya choked back a moan.
His tongue worked her relentlessly, licking, sucking, his hot breath sending shivers through her already overstimulated body. She twisted beneath him, her thighs trembling as he feasted on her, drinking in every drop.
She came again, her body convulsing as she cried his name.
But Nine wasn't done.
"You don't want it?" he asked teasingly, pressing the thick tip of his arousal against her entrance.
He pushed in slightly.
Then pulled out.
Slid in again. He continued teasing her, watching as she writhed desperately.
Aya whimpered, trying to move closer, but he pulled back, keeping just the tip inside.
"I want you," she finally admitted as she rose, trying to kiss him, but he turned his head away. Aya refused to give up, wrapping her arms around his neck, her legs locking around his waist.
"Hm? What was that?" Nine arched a brow, grinning. Then, without warning, he thrust inside her fully.
Aya's nails raked down his back as she let out a sharp, broken moan. She bit his shoulder so hard that Nine groaned.
"I want you, Nine," she whispered, her hips moving, trying to meet his.
"Hnnngghh!" Aya moaned, her tongue slipping out when he filled her.
"You hate me, right?" Nine murmured, lifting her against the wall, one hand cupping her ass as he started moving, slow but deep.
"I—" Aya whimpered, her mind blanking as he sucked on her nipple, his tongue flicking her tits before gently biting it.
She clenched around him, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"I love you," she whispered. "I love you—I will always love you, Nine."
Nine stilled.
Then his grip tightened.
"It will take me hours to stop, Aya."
He slammed into her.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
By the time dawn broke, neither of them had stopped.
Aya trembled, drool slipping from her lips as she buried her cries into the pillow. Nine growled behind her, his pace unrelenting as he took her from behind, their sweat-slicked bodies moving in perfect rhythm.
Again and again, he filled her, stretching her, consuming her. Aya was lost in paradise, something in her kept wanting more, refusing to stop. Both of them insatiable.
7 HOURS LATER
When it was over, Aya lay boneless on the ruined bed, her hair tangled, her body a mess of sweat and pleasure. Her lips were swollen from his relentless kisses, her skin marked by his love.
On the floor, Nine sprawled out completely naked, his hair a tangled mess, fresh claw marks etched over old scars, his body littered with red and purple bite marks.
His eye twitched.
"What the fuck," he muttered.
What the hell just happened.
"I hate you," Aya mumbled weakly.
"Silence," Nine chuckled lazily, "before I start again."
Aya hurled a pillow at him but he didn't react.
Then, something shifted.
Nine flexed his fingers.
A green inferno blazed to life in his palm, flickering like a silent warning. It was subtle—but powerful.
Could it be…?
Aya?