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“Maki.” It was a soft, tentative murmur, a brush of fingers on the back of her shoulder.
Candlelight shivered in the cool draft, flicking shadows across the concrete walls. The crackle of warmth on her skin soothed the aches the special grade left behind. Ugly, bloody gashes on her back like angry bear claws. Torn skin, hot, achy flesh gnarled where it was already spotty and red.
Maki’s eyes closed against the intangible weight of Yuuta’s gaze mapping her back. He was looking—peering at her— seeing her. Maki didn’t wish to be seen, not like this. Not when her body felt like a picked apart carcass. “Does it still hurt?”
Fingertips fluttered, like butterfly wings, over the invisible wound. Maki reigned in her flinch; breathed. Breathed in again. “No,” she lied, when she thought her voice was steady enough.
Maki had fucked up. Her bad eye was proving more of a hindrance than she wanted to let on, and she’d slipped—made a stupid mistake, forgot to accommodate for her new blind spot. And nearly died for it.
If it weren’t for Yuuta stepping in at the last possible second, Maki would have been shredded.
Yuuta, whose face had gone shadowy, whose eyes darkened, deadened into something cold and unfamiliar as he unsnarled the curse off his katana and straightened in a slow, threatening uncurl.
“Your fight is with me.” His voice was soft, cruel. The tip of his sword kissed the gravel, making an ominous swish-clack noise as he stalked after the special grade. “You die by me.”
Maki had been in too much pain to be of much help, losing enough blood to make her reduced vision swim. But even now, hours later, bunkering in a dry safe house as they waited for the thunderstorm outside to blow over, the vision of him was vividly imprinted in her mind.
She would remember his expression for as long as she lived; the muted anger that rolled under his skin, the promise of death in his depthless eyes as he regarded the curse from under his nose, his katana poised. He’d swiped mercilessly, fuelled by enough cursed energy to obliterate a building, and Maki had watched as the curse ceased. Utterly destroyed. As if Yuuta had split the fabric of their universe and banished it from existence.
What remained was a swirl of blood in the air. It splattered in a macabre display of violence over the drenched street. Yuuta stood, dripping, as the heavens split open and heavy rain hailed down, chased by the howl of thunder. Lightning streaked the sky blue, and the world flashed white for a perilous moment.
It was as though Yuuta’s wrath had taken to the sky, manifested like the damning spear of a god, vindicated and howling victoriously through the night. He’d soaked it in, face tipped back.
Maki had never seen something so hauntingly beautiful. Yuuta soaking in vengeance delivered like it was his own god given right.
Another brush of fingertips brought her back to her body. Maki tensed slightly when Yuuta’s healing reverse-cursed energy faded, and his palm settled heavily on her shoulder. “You don’t have to pretend with me.”
Maki sucked in a breath. “Yuuta…”
“I know it hurts,” he murmured, gently squeezing her shoulder. “You’re so strong, but you don’t have to pretend. Being hurt does not make you weak.”
The stillness of the room made Maki feel as if she was under water. Stuck in a different medium where noises filtered in slower. Like the rain outside, muffled and forgotten.
His reverse-cursed energy surged again to resume soothing her wounds. It brought with it the sudden, irrational urge to cry. Maki tempered it with slow, deep breaths, curving back into his touch and closing her eyes.
Yuuta’s big palm sliding up the back of her shirt was a hard sensation to snub. It would be easier to sink into the fluttery feeling in her gut than to try to ignore it. He moved slowly, idle hands patching her up. Her shirt lifted higher, baring more of her splotchy skin.
Maki stiffened again.
Yuuta stopped.
Tense silence lingered between them for a heartbeat.
Yuuta shifted, his body heat cloaking her back. “Is this okay?” he prodded, palm dropping to rest on the small of her back.
Maki couldn’t breathe.
“I…” the words stuck. How could Maki tell him about the sickly thoughts in her head? That it wasn’t okay because he wasn’t allowed to see? Wasn’t allowed to look and find disgust in the ruin of her body like Maki had to every day since the incident. “Just… just don’t look.”
It was a hollow whisper. Maki hated how feeble sounding it was. She wasn’t a shallow woman, she wasn’t weak. Maki could care less what vehicle drove her mind when all that mattered was that she’d finally achieved her objective. Had finally put an end to the Zenin.
Maki hadn’t anticipated the new direction her heart had taken. She’d always assumed that her only desire in life would be to get back at her clan by becoming a strong jujutsu sorcerer; no matter the cost, no matter what it took, even if it broke her, even if she died trying.
But here she was, betrayed by the broken flutter under her ribs where a new desire bloomed for the man sitting patiently behind her. Betrayed by her own feelings and yearning for Yuuta, daring to want something more. How senselessly tragic that she couldn’t unstick the memory of the beaming smile on his younger face as he proclaimed that he wished to be like her. Maki thought he would be repulsed now, by what lay under her clothes if he ever saw it.
His silence came to an end with a soft sigh. “Maki …” he floundered for words. “I’ll close my eyes, okay?”
Painful gratitude tightened her chest.
Her shirt rose with his touch, dragging against coarse patches of skin. His touch was even softer now, a ghostly impression.
“I’m sorry I was sloppy,” she said quietly.
“Hush, Maki.” His tone was mildly rebuking but still held a velvety lilt.
She tentatively touched her bad eye. It wasn’t completely useless, but it was fuzzy around the edges and sometimes spotty and indiscernible. The weather had made it worse.
“Is your eye bothering you?”
Maki jolted. “You said you’ll close your eyes—” she began, ducking her head.
“I’m not looking, Maki,” he reassured. “I promise. Is your eye bothering you?”
She willed down her embarrassment, mutely nodding her head. Yuuta guided her to turn around so that their knees touched and Maki was facing him. “May I?” he asked, fingers hovering in the air by her face.
Maki nodded again, eyelids dipping shut. Yuuta’s thumb brushed her brow, tracing over the back of her lid, soothing inflamed nerves. It was growing harder to breathe, her heart racing and racing as he peered closer, just within reach.
“You’re staring,” she whispered, chest in knots and heart shaking like a leaf in the wind.
“Sorry,” he murmured, sounding a little breathless. “You’re beautiful, Maki. Can’t help myself.”
Her breath caught. And then she laughed, jolted. “What are you talking about?”
“What?” Yuuta said, his hand stilling on her face.
“There’s— no way—” she began haltingly. “You find this beautiful.”
“I find you beautiful,” he corrected.
“But I… look like this,” she justified, trying to temper the rising crescendo of her heart.
“So?” Yuuta countered. “Still beautiful. Still Maki.”
Maki’s knuckles curled, fingertips digging in her thigh. It was too much; the spellbinding inches between them, his low breathing, the way he smelled like dew and wood, his body heat washing over her front—all of it made her dizzy. His words exacerbated the ache under her collarbones, making her heart lurch.
She licked chapped, dry lips. “Since when?”
“Since always,” Yuuta admitted easily. “You were beautiful the day I met you, and you’re just as beautiful now.”
Beautiful. How could he call her that? How could he look at the mess she’d become and find any beauty in the ruin? Maki wanted to thump him on the head, to grab his shoulders and shake him—to ask him to stop lying. She shook her head, trying to suppress the anger she felt directed at herself for wanting to believe him, for wishing things could be different.
Yuuta’s knuckles at her chin halted her as he tipped her jaw back. Her eyes cracked open to bear the breathless weight of his pinning her in place.
“You don’t believe me.” It was said matter-of-factly, hushed like the somber mood of the candlelit room.
Maki shook her head, eyes falling away to look over his shoulder. Yuuta’s were so intense up close, Maki was losing her breath again.
“Is it because of this?” His fingers moved from her face to the exposed burns on her shoulder, touching them tenderly. “Because of your burns?”
Maki gave one, small nod, still unable to meet his eyes.
“Maki…” he sighed again, his hand curling around her bicep. “I don’t … I’m not like that. I can’t see the surface separate from the whole. I look and I see Maki, who’s so strong, who endures so beautifully, who bears the scars of her victory. I don’t see it as a deformity, just as another part of you.”
A burn started behind her eyes. Maki pushed it down viciously. “How are you not repulsed?” she spat, looking at him now that her hurt and anger eclipsed her shame.
The corners of his mouth turned down, his eyes flashing. He stared at her for a long, hard moment. “I would never be repulsed,” he declared. “Not by the woman I love.”
Maki’s breath caught audibly. The world came to a standstill, careening to a violent stop with his confession.
He arched his brow imperceptibly, silently challenging her to try and deny that. “I don’t care if you’re missing all your limbs, you could have a third eye for all the difference that would make. I don’t know what the guys who liked you in the past were like, but I never cared about things like that.”
Rika was a monster, yet it never stopped Yuuta from loving her, Maki thought with another lurch in her heart. And now Yuuta admitted that he loved Maki.
His face softened at her dumbstruck expression. “Is it all that surprising?”
Her mouth opened and closed wordlessly.
“That I could be in love with you?” He carried on in a gentle murmur, fingertips touching at her jawline. “I thought it was kinda obvious. I must’ve been making a fool out of myself all these years.”
Maki was at a loss for words, her heart galloping.
She’d held his heart and never even knew it. All this time Maki had theorised that Yuuta’s kindness had simply extended to everybody—she couldn’t be anything special.
“I think you feel it too … maybe. I hope.” A small self-deprecating smile twisted his lips. “Right, Maki? I need to know. I need to know because it’s driving me crazy not being able to hold you and … and do this.”
He was leaning closer slowly, giving her ample opportunity to back away. Maki held still, breath frozen in her lungs. There was a ringing in her ears that made her wonder if she was dying, if she was even truly lucid. She couldn’t fathom the shrinking inches, his hot breath feathering over her chin, his fingers sliding along the line of her jaw to slip into her short, choppy hair.
“Yuuta,” she managed hoarsely, with his lips so close Maki could feel their warmth in the air between them.
“Maki,” he rasped, noses bumping together. He tugged gently at her hair, tipping her chin back. Their lips brushed, two mouths slotted together, and Maki shivered at the sparks it elicited.
An agonising burn ignited in her heart that made Maki wish to smother it as Yuuta’s other palm cupped her cheek and pulled her into him, his head tilting to deepen the kiss.
She melted into it, each caress unspooling her. He tasted like tea leaves and mint, and this close he smelled like a crackling fire. Maki was reminded of summer evenings under the awning of trees, humid and warm.
Yuuta’s mouth slowed, even when Maki thought she could do this for hours, and when she chased the sweet contact, his head fell to the side, lips on her cheek. Maki could hear his quickened breaths. “Maki,” he said again, sounding wrecked. “I need to know.”
Her eyes shut, wanting and terrified. He was asking for her best-kept secret. But Yuuta was also offering his heart on a silver platter. “I do,” she said softly. I love you, she didn’t say out loud. “I feel it too.”
The curve of his smile on her cheek made her heart quiver as he pressed another kiss there and then to the corner of her mouth.
“I’m so happy,” he chuckled breathily, cradling her face as his next kiss landed on her lips. “You make me so happy.”
Maki clutched his broad shoulders, ribs threatening to cave under the brisk banging of her heart. He made her happy too. Some days he was the only reason Maki smiled at all.
Yuuta’s hands slipped under her arms to wrap around her slighter frame and pull her into his chest, breaking the kiss to gather her in an embrace. His palm settled at her nape, pressing her face into his neck.
Uncertainly, her hands wrapped around his shoulders too. Yuuta held her against him like there was nothing else he’d rather do. Strong arms and sure hands, warm all over.
Maki thought she might physically melt.
“I’m not repulsed,” he sighed, cheek resting on her temple. “You are a gift. No matter the shape or form you come in.”
Her breath caught, and she tightened her arms around him, wishing they could stay like this forever even if she’d never admit it outloud. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, ashamed. “I didn’t mean to imply that you’re shallow.”
His chuckle loosened the knot in her chest. “I know,” he said, rubbing her back reassuringly.
There was quietness for a while, and two heartbeats racing in tandem. Maki shut her eyes, basking in the way she could feel Yuuta’s against her sternum.
He used his fingertips to skim lightly over her back, drawing phantom circles. “It would be a privilege to see you,” he said.
Maki’s face burned. “How could you say things like that?”
“Too far?” he wondered.
Maki shook her head. “It’s embarrassing.”
“Sorry,” he laughed, falling back on the bed with her in his arms. Maki yelped as she went down with him but allowed him to adjust his hold on her. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
Maki grumbled, certain her face was red. She settled against him, body twisting to curve around his side. It was unexpectedly comfortable, like they had been doing this for as long as they’d known each other.
“What did you mean by it, then?” Maki couldn’t help but prod.
Yuta’s fingers continued their flittery dance on her bicep, a back and forth staccato. “Your trust. Letting me see you, would mean you trust me. And that thought … makes me really happy.”
So much for trying to calm the rush of emotions flooding her. Maki stared at his body splayed next to her and thought about seeing him too.
It made something pulse within her. Maki had wanted to see Yuuta and wished she could stop fearing his reaction to the hidden parts of her.
“I do trust you,” she said frankly.
Yuuta’s breaths slowed, caught. His fingers skimmed her side again. “Let me show you,” he purred, head bowing against hers.
“Show me what?” Maki swallowed, buzzing as his fingers wormed under her shirt to map the topography of her curves.
“How beautiful I find you.” Yuuta’s touch lingered, warm, so warm, on the dip of her waist. His palm was so big, she found herself pondering if he could span her entire midsection with two splayed hands framing her ribs.
“How could you say things like that?” she wondered again, voice trembling as his thumb flicked a light stroke under the curve of her breast.
Yuuta’s nose nudged the space beside her ear, nuzzling the side of her face. “Because you’re the woman I love,” he crooned so sweetly.
Those few, little words. They shouldn’t have had this effect on her, but Maki was a goner as she sought his mouth in a kiss.
He melted into it, like Maki’s touch was a drug of its own, mouths moving together with an ease that surprised her. Had Maki’s secret, indulgent fantasies translated into the way her lips moved? Had she conceived the way she would kiss Yuuta so distinctly that her body now moved with a mind of its own, practised, having memorised her every daydream?
Yuuta’s breaths shook against her dewy lips as Maki’s body continued curving against him until she mounted his hips. The shadows flickered again, a silent reminder of the fragility of this moment, and Maki leaned back to survey Yuuta’s hazy expression, his pink-kissed mouth. Maybe this would dissipate like a dream, and she’d wake up dead after all.
He was silent, allowing her the time to soak him up. Those hands she fantasised about every so often settled on her hips, strong as they held her in place. Big, like she’d envisioned, spanning her middle.
Oh.
Maki hadn’t felt this way before, like heat was consuming her from the inside out.
“What?” he said, carrying the silent weight of her hidden thoughts.
“You make me feel,” she decided, swallowing convulsively as her hands skirted the covered planes of his torso. He was compact, hard, a testament to the rigorous training he endured. “Things.”
Yuuta’s lips turned up in a faint smile. “I would hope,” his tone was sly, teasing. “Or else this would be very awkward.”
She huffed a soft laugh. He had changed. He was no longer fretful and nervous, and he didn’t shy away from eye contact when she gazed into his eyes. “It’s only a little awkward,” she said, musing about this reversal of roles where she was the timid, skittery mess and he was the unshakable, self-assured one.
It was his turn to sweep his gaze over her. He followed it with his hands, palm gently smoothing over her stomach. It slipped under her arms and slithered to her back. “Maki,” his voice, while soft and intimate, held a serious edge. The hand on her back pressed, pulling her closer to him. “I don’t care,” he stressed quietly. “What you look like. I just care about being closer to you.”
Maki released a wavering breath. “Yeah,” she said, relented. “Okay.”
He nipped her lips in answer. “I mean it.”
Maki was buzzing as his teeth teased at her bottom lip again. She hadn’t meant to make a sound, but the faintest whimpers escaped her. Yuuta had to have heard it because his hands tightened around her, and he let go of a strained breath.
She became at once aware of the hot weight of his erection pressing up between her thighs. Maki gulped, digging her fingers in his shirt as his tongue slipped past her lips.
Yuuta wanted her. He was making no secret of it, allowing her to feel every inch of him and the way his body reacted to her. He was hard.
Maki flushed, allowing her hips an experimental roll. She gasped softly at the spark that ricocheted up her spine.
She was affected too, and she wasn’t sure if she cared to hide it anymore. He was laying himself bare; was it such a mortal sin, to want something they both desired?
“Ah, Maki,” he managed, stilling her hips. The blush in his cheeks was intoxicating. She watched him with lidded eyes as he gathered her hair away from her face. “Are you okay with this?”
Biting the inside of her lip, she focused on the way he felt against her. It was a heady rush to know she did this to him, even when Maki had lost her ability to find any appreciation in her form since the incident. “You said you’d show me,” she whispered, eyes not meeting his. If he found her beautiful, Maki was willing to believe it, but only if he could show her.
The world tipped aside, disorienting her for a moment. Maki’s back met the mattress, Yuuta’s weight settling on top of her.
His gaze was dark again—a glimpse of the fiery creature in the rain—as it glided over her. “I will,” his voice was a soft-edged, dark promise.
His head bowed, looming closer to gently nuzzle her neck. He hummed, a pleased noise in his throat. His lips brushed over her pulse, flattening his tongue over the rapid tap-tap-tap of her pulse.
Maki tried not to tense up as his fingers rolled up her shirt, inch by inch, to unveil her nondescript black bra. Yuuta didn’t lean back to survey her, his lips descending the column of her neck to the hollow of her throat. He swept immediately lower, prying her bra down to lavish the tender skin hidden beneath it.
She gasped, caught by the novelty of the sensation. His mouth was warm and wet, suckling gently on each pebbled nipple before resuming his journey south.
Yuuta’s mouth came to a tantalising stop just above the waist of her pants, hypnotising dark blue eyes seeking hers. “May I?”
Maki was hardly breathing as she nodded. His lips lifted in a crooked smile, reminiscent of his younger self. It completely contradicted his following movement. Yuuta used his teeth to tease open the button of her pants, and Maki’s body wound up despite her best efforts, drawing up in response to the gravely desirous expression suddenly painting his face.
A soft gasp echoed the swift way his big hands skimmed down her back, digging into the waist of her pants and tugging down. “Yuuta—”
He paused, hands cradling her hips, mouth inches away from where a blazing ache started between her thighs. She swallowed, blushing fiercely. “What are you…”
“Just relax,” he smiled, massaging his thumbs into her hip bone. “Lie back and close your eyes… I promise it’ll feel good.”
A shiver worked its way through her frame, right before his eyes. It was embarrassing and arousing, Maki couldn’t help but follow his command, shutting her eyes and breathing shakely as the heat of his breath saturated through the cotton of her panties.
He pressed faint kisses on her inner thighs, working from the inside of her knee to where Maki was throbbing earnestly. Closer, humid puffs of breaths curling against her, tormenting her with each moment he held her suspended on the cusp of something—
“Hah!” Maki jolted when Yuuta pinned his mouth over her, pleasure zapping up her spine. She arched against his sure hold, panting with the sudden sensations flooding her body.
Her eyes flew open to take in the sight of him crouched between her splayed thighs, eyes blatantly trained on her. The gravity of them ripped away her breath, his gaze scorching, threatening to set her on fire.
He eased back to slip her panties down, holding her gaze as he flung them aside. At once he had each of her thighs in a sturdy hold, spreading her open. Maki reddened, biting her lips.
“So pretty,” he murmured gravely. Maki shook as his mouth hovered closer to press a kiss over the apex of her thighs.
It dove lower, lips encircling her clit. “Fuck,” she whispered, curling her fingers in the rumbled sheets. Maki could hardly focus on being self-conscious when his tongue flicked out to tease over the engorged bud, suckling it between his lips.
She moaned, chest stuttering on each rapid breath. Earnest, dark eyes poured into her own as he hummed around her, sending shocking vibrations through her frame.
Maki breathed through the pleasure of it, struck by how beautiful he looked like this, on his knees, devoted to bringing her pleasure. “Oh god,” she was gasping under her breath over and over as she caved, smoothing her fingers through dark hair, cradling his head as his slick tongue prodded her entrance.
He pressed it inside her, causing Maki’s thighs to shake in his hold. “Yu-Yuuta,” she wheezed, feeling tenuously on edge. Maki couldn’t take this much longer, she was shaking, on the cusp of falling apart.
Yuuta doubled his efforts, slipping a long finger between her slick folds. Maki cried out, beginning to crest the wave of her orgasm. Her body flushed hot and cold as he effortlessly brought her over the edge, his free palm sliding up to cradle her chest. He squeezed in tandem with her thighs around his head as her body arched, and she gushed onto his tongue.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she sobbed, buzzing all over.
Yuuta tenderly caressed her, helping her come down from the rush of it. His mouth was wet when he leaned back, lips a dewy pink. “Good?”
Maki was going to combust. “I’m… yeah. Yes.”
He smirked, stroking his thumb over her sensitive clit. Maki’s thighs instinctively shut, her breaths rattling in her throat. Yuuta forced them apart, expression clouded. “Let me look at you,” he said, smoothing his hands over her thighs. “Don’t tell me you’re still embarrassed, Maki.”
Maki was swamped with too many endorphins to feel especially abashed, but she was reluctant to have him survey all of her like this.
“So pretty,” he rumbled again, fingers dancing over her curves. “I dreamt about having you like this.”
“Yuuta…”
“I wanted you the moment you kicked my ass in our first training,” he husked, back to petting her. “It was never about the way you looked, even if that drives me crazy too.”
His hand paused on her chest, right over her heart. It banged briskly under his palm. “You have a fire in you that’s hotter than anything I’ve ever seen, Maki.”
His lustful expression eased to something vaguely softer. “Your dedication, your strength, the way you’re not afraid to use it…” he leaned over her, bringing their noses together. “It’s the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.”
Maki met his mouth halfway, encircling him in her arms and pulling him flush against her. Yuuta groaned, clutching at her hips, giving in to the brewing tension between them as he kissed her breathless.
She could feel him pulsing against her, and she wanted him with a sudden, startling ferocity, needing him to slide inside her, to bring him even closer, to be one.
“Yuuta,” she huffed desperately, hands worming between them to fumble with his trousers. “Give it to me—”
“Maki,” he grunted when the backs of her fingers skimmed over his straining erection. He was impossibly hard, Maki could swear the simple act of feeling him like this, wound up so intensely because of her, was enough to set her body on fire again. “Are you sure—“
Maki shoved her hand down the front of his pants. “Yes.”
Shit. Maki’s fingers wreathed around him, thick and hot, and feared melting. His desperation seemed to take over now that Maki was more than willing to receive all of him.
He was more than happy to let her fling his shirt off and run greedy hands over his taut torso, tracing every ridge and lean muscle, relishing in the solidness of him and all the glorious evidence of his hard work laid bare for her.
They settled on his hips, faintly trembling, to tug and pull him out of his pants. Yuuta kicked them off, Maki using her feet to help him, to wrap around his waist and pull him to where she still ached so desperately.
All his doing.
She lost herself in the following seconds, her breaths a fluttery, choked thing in her throat as they were joined together. She was too full—chockfull of Yuuta—never been fuller, never wanted to be empty again.
Maki had always debated in the back of her mind on whether she’d ever surrender herself to a man like this. This didn’t feel like surrender, it felt like coming alive. Unravelling.
She arched with it, right into him.
“Yuuta,” she managed, a livewire in his hold.
He could ruin her, she knew. Was sure of it, when his hips drew back and slid into her again. Again and again, like a rehearsed, synchronised dance. Maki’s hips drove forward, moving in new ways, propelled by a baser, dormant urge that was suddenly coming to life.
“Fuck, Maki,” Yuuta hissed, enthralled, gripping her with new strength. It was bruising—addictive. Maki’s body wanted everything he could give and more, wanted to be reduced by him. Wanted to reduce him.
He shoved her knees up, leaning back on his haunches to slam into her.
Maki cried with it. Everything was magnified, he was everywhere, his smell, his touch, how deep he reached inside her. The thunder outside crackled again, the storm picking up; Maki was trapped in a different, graver one as their eyes locked, his blazing; and there it was, he was reduced, eyes glazed, mouth gaping.
His head fell back as he grunted, throat working around choked noises of pleasure. Maki was drunk on it. She gripped his hips as they began to stutter, ramming him harder into her squelching insides.
It was the most obscene thing she’d ever heard, the way their bodies sounded coming together like this, a slick snapping of hips, smacking together harder, faster, until her nails were digging grooves into his body.
Yuuta was babbling—Maki could tell he was close, knowing she would be the reason he fell apart. She moved with him, matching his desperation until they were two bodies moving ardently together, stealing pleasure from each other. The bed creaked, headboard slapping against stone walls.
“Come on,” Maki panted, a whine at the back of her throat. Everything was on fire. Her walls were drawing up around him, and she knew she wouldn’t last long now. “Give it to me—give it to me—oh gods Yuuta, oh gods—!”
Her back snapped off the bed with a cry as he hit the end of her once more with a bitten-short groan that sounded rawer than any noise she’d heard, and Yuuta spilled inside her. The world was red and white and black at once. Maki’s eyes rolled back a little, breaths gone ragged, and she moaned brokenly.
He’d finished inside her, and she couldn’t think straight. Their hips ground together until sparks made her entire body shudder and tremble, caught in an endless spell. If Maki had known it would feel this way, she would have done this a lot sooner.
She would have told him a lot sooner. “I feel it too,” she said, near tears. “I feel it.” Yuuta collapsed into her. Their lips brushed as he held her close, still joined at the centre.
“I know,” he whispered raggedly. He kissed her, teeth and lips and burning embers. “I do too—too much of it Maki, too much.”
He gripped her face, kissed her again, deeper, until she could hardly breathe. “You’re everything,” he murmured a last confession, more hushed, spilled between the seams of her lips.
Maki swallowed it and felt whole for it. She snagged his hips, held him fast against her, taut and sensitised, but unwilling to let him go. “Again,” she plied with her lips, stealing more of his breaths, already intoxicated by him.
“Again…” he murmured back, pinning her hands over her head. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she choked out and received another one of his toe-curling kisses with relish.
“Close your eyes,” he said, breathy. His hand slipped between them, right to where it all burned. “Close your eyes and feel good for me.”
And so Maki did, not driven just by lust, but by everything else he made her feel with just a touch; with just a look.
Maki was loved, and she was whole again for it.