"Kairo…" she whispered, but there was no protest in it.
He dipped his head, brushing his lips against her neck, tasting her softly, teasingly. His fingers slid under the hem of her top, grazing skin, memorizing every inch, but he didn't stop there. His hand trailed lower, finding the heat pooling between her thighs through the thin fabric. She shivered violently, pressing herself against his palm.
"Fuck…" he groaned, his voice breaking, his usual arrogance stripped away by need. "You feel… so good. So perfect…"
Sara tilted her hips instinctively, grinding lightly against his hand. Her fingers tangled in his hair, her head falling on his shoulder, guiding him. "Kairo… please…"
That was permission enough. He sank two fingers inside her slowly, testing, stroking, feeling her wetness with a reverence he reserved only for her.
He bent his head, brushing his lips over her jawline, inhaling her scent, tasting her with each kiss and flick of his finger.
Her back arched off his chest, her hands clutching him, holding him as tightly as he held her. "God… Kairo… don't stop…"
He groaned, pressing his fingers harder against her core, moving inside her with slow, deliberate strokes. Every gasp, every tremble, every soft whine she offered drove him further into obsession. Not just desire, this was a need. He needed to feel her, taste her, mark her in every way he could without ever letting go.
"Fuck, Sara… you're mine," he whispered between kisses and groans, voice low and desperate. "All of you… all of this… I can't get enough."
She moaned softly, tilting her head back against the railing, lips parted, chest pressed against his. "Then take me… all of me…"
He did. Slowly. Reverently. Heat and tenderness mix into one. His fingers and mouth worshiped her, every motion deliberate, like he was memorizing her in the way no one ever had before. Her hands tugged his hair, her moans feeding him, her warmth surrounding him.
For once, Kairo wasn't the cocky, untouchable playboy. He was just a man, addicted to the woman who had seen him, and in turn, was letting him see her.
Sara was still trembling when her climax faded, her body slumping into his arms. Kairo's fingers slipped out of her, glistening, and he didn't hesitate; he licked them clean, slow, greedy, not leaving a trace. His lips brushed her cheek before he leaned close, whispering against her ear, rough and tender all at once.
"I love you."
She froze, breath still unsteady. Slowly, she turned her head, meeting his gaze sideways. Those green eyes were no longer cocky; they were drunk with something deeper, something terrifyingly real. He pecked her lips softly, grounding her.
"I love you, soda glass."
Her chest squeezed painfully. She smirked faintly through her ragged breaths. "I love you too, fuckboy."
His low chuckle vibrated against her skin. "Still gotta call me that?"
"Yes," she shot back, voice playful but shaky. "Because you realized it after you fucked me with those damn fingers of yours."
He grinned, boyish and undone, kissing her cheek again. "You taste too damn good down there. I hope one day soon, I'll get to feel you all the way."
Her lips curved, teasing but soft. "Well, you did manage to get inside my panties tonight… maybe you'll earn that final taste too."
He giggled, leaning his forehead against hers. "I'm not doing this just to get inside your panties, Sara. I want to live inside your heart."
Her smirk faltered into something softer. She whispered, "You already live there. But I need a pass to your heart. Once I get it, you'll have the pass to my core."
He exhaled sharply, smiling like she'd just wrecked him. "You're dangerous."
"I know. Tell me something new," she replied, eyes sparkling.
His laugh broke the tension, light and warm. "Hungry?"
She tilted her head, watching his side profile, his arms still wrapped tight around her. "For you, always. But now… food."
He kissed her temple, smirking again, but softer this time. "Come, let's eat, darling."
Before she could react, he scooped her up effortlessly, carrying her toward the table set at the edge of the rooftop. Setting her down, he didn't let go; instead, he pulled her onto his lap.
Her brows arched. "Really?"
He grinned, smug but glowing. "I just confessed my love to you. Let me at least have this."
She rolled her eyes but leaned back against him, letting him. He picked up the plate, feeding her bites between stolen kisses, making her laugh and huff in annoyance. Yet she didn't push him away.
For the first time, Sara let herself be spoiled. And for the first time, Kairo realized, he wasn't just feeding her food. He was feeding the piece of himself he'd always been starving to give.