Rika lay there, boneless and trembling, the sheets soaked with sweat and the echoes of her cries still lingering in the air like fading firelight. Her body ached in all the ways that meant she'd been loved—devoured, truly—and still, when she felt Shin's fingers trail down her spine once again, she shivered.
Not in fear.
In hunger.
He was still hard. Still pressing kisses against her bare shoulder, as if he hadn't just wrung her dry moments ago. His touch was gentler now, reverent, like he was preparing her for something sacred.
And maybe, to him, it was.
"Rika," Shin whispered, brushing a strand of damp hair from her cheek as he nuzzled close.
She turned her head slightly, eyes fluttering open.
He was hovering above her now, his expression soft and full of affection, even if the heat in his eyes hadn't cooled at all. "Do you want to go again?"
Rika didn't hesitate.
She nodded.
There was no shame. No fear. Just her body, alight with sensation and her heart, full of him.
A slow smile pulled across Shin's lips.
"Then this time…" he whispered as he leaned closer, brushing his lips against hers with a feather-light kiss, "…I'll hold you even closer. I'll kiss you the whole time."
Her breath caught. Her lips curved, dazed and warm.
"Anata…"
She laid back willingly, stretching her arms toward him, her voice barely above a breath. "Hug me… please."
Shin moved over her, fitting himself between her legs, lowering his body against hers with a delicious weight. One hand cupped her cheek, the other wrapped tightly around her waist as he slid inside her once more—slowly, deeply, and with a groan that vibrated through both their chests.
Rika gasped against his lips, her back arching as she took him in, all of him, yet again. The fullness, the heat—it was too much. And not enough. It would never be enough.
He captured her lips in a kiss the moment he bottomed out, their mouths locking in something far more intimate than any thrust could offer. Tongues tangling. Breath shared. His hand moved up, curling around hers, fingers laced as he held her tighter.
His hips moved slowly at first, every stroke a sweet torment. Each time he pushed into her, she kissed him harder. Her legs curled around his waist, pulling him deeper, closer. She wanted to feel him completely—against her, inside her, surrounding her.
"Anata…" she breathed between kisses, her voice breaking into moans. "Shin… yes… like that…"
He groaned against her mouth. "You feel unreal, Rika… every time… like your body was made for me."
Her head tipped back as he quickened his rhythm, and he kissed her throat, her jaw, her shoulder—every inch of her he could reach while keeping her pressed close.
She came quickly, her body already so sensitive, nerves frayed and raw from earlier. But this wasn't a violent climax. It was soft, overwhelming, and pure. Her whole body tightened around him, her voice a whimper into his lips as her eyes filled with tears.
He didn't stop. He kissed her through it, riding her trembling waves with slow, deep thrusts that only reignited the fire.
And then again.
And again.
Her body shook as he pushed her through climax after climax, her moans getting hoarser, weaker—until she couldn't even speak. Just cling to him, sobbing softly, overwhelmed by pleasure and love.
"Look at me," Shin whispered, lips brushing hers.
She opened her eyes, teary and dazed.
"I want to see you when you fall apart again."
She cried his name when it happened for the seventh time, fingers digging into his back as she arched helplessly into him. Shin kissed away every tear, never letting up.
His arms never let her go.
Her eighth climax shattered her, a long sob tearing from her throat as her body convulsed beneath him. Still, he kissed her, whispered to her, loved her.
By the ninth, she could barely breathe. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, her voice gone. All she could do was cling to him like she was drowning, and he was the only thing keeping her afloat.
And when the tenth rolled through her, it was pure white heat.
Her entire body seized, spasming, breaking under the weight of her orgasm. She screamed into his shoulder, hands clawing at his back.
That's when Shin lost control.
He buried himself deep, holding her tighter than ever before as he groaned her name, hips grinding into hers as he came—long, hard, and deep. He felt her body milk every drop from him, her insides clenching as if her soul itself refused to let him go.
Their mouths found each other again, slower this time. Their kiss was messy, full of tears and moans and gasps, but it was full of everything they were.
Desperate.
In love.
Completely broken and remade in each other's arms.
Shin never pulled out.
He stayed there, inside her, chests heaving together, heartbeats slamming in rhythm. His forehead rested against hers, their breath mixing in the quiet.
"I love you…" Rika whispered shakily. "I love you so much…"
Shin kissed her again, gently this time. "I know," he murmured. "And I'm never letting you go."
She smiled faintly, exhausted, utterly spent. Her body was sore, used, and filled to the brim—but she'd never felt so full. Not just physically. Her heart ached from how deeply she felt everything.
Shin wrapped his arms around her tighter.
And there, in that tangled mess of sheets, sweat, and love—they stayed.
They didn't need words anymore.
Everything had already been said in every kiss, every cry, every desperate, trembling climax that left them breathless.
And as her eyes fluttered closed, Rika knew—
This wasn't just another round.
This was everything.
And somehow, it was still just the beginning.
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END OF CHAPTER : 200 : JUST A LITTLE CLOSER, THIS TIME...
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