chapter 2

Kaito smirked, his hand reaching out to gently tug her closer. "Boring, huh? Must've been torture for you, out there all alone with nothing but your thoughts."

Hwaryn's lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile as she leaned into his touch. "Thoughts of you, mostly." Her voice was a low purr, and Kaito felt the air between them shift, thickening with anticipation.

"Is that so?" he murmured, his fingers trailing up her arm, leaving a faint shiver in their wake.

"And what exactly were you thinking about?"

Her eyes darkened, locking onto his with an intensity that made his breath catch. "You, in this bed. The way you looked at me last night, like you wanted to devour me. The way you sounded when I—"

Kaito didn't let her finish. He pulled her down onto the bed, their bodies colliding with a force that sent the sheets tangling around them. Hwaryn let out a soft laugh, but it was cut short as his mouth found hers, hot and demanding. Her hands slid up his chest, fingers digging into his skin as she kissed him back with equal fervor.

It was a wildfire, burning through them both. Kaito's hands roamed her body, memorizing every curve, every dip, as if he hadn't already touched her a thousand times. But it was different now—more urgent, more possessive. He nipped at her lower lip, earning a breathless gasp that only spurred him on.

"Kaito," she breathed, her voice trembling with need. Her hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper.

He didn't need to be told twice. His mouth trailed down her neck, leaving a path of heat and teeth marks in its wake. Hwaryn arched into him, her body begging for more, and Kaito was more than willing to give it to her.

His hands slipped beneath her tunic, pushing it up until it bunched under her arms. He paused for a moment, just to drink her in—the way her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, the way her skin flushed under his gaze.

"You're gorgeous," he muttered, his voice rough with desire.

Hwaryn's eyes fluttered open, and she looked at him with a mixture of admiration and hunger. "And you're mine," she whispered, her hands sliding down to grip his hips.

Her words sent a thrill through him, and he leaned down to capture her lips again, pouring every ounce of his need into the kiss. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him flush against her, and he groaned at the friction, the heat, the sheer perfection of her.

"Hwaryn," he gasped, breaking the kiss to press his forehead against hers. "I need you. Right now."

She smiled, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Then take me."

It was all the permission he needed. Kaito fumbled with the waistband of her pants, his hands trembling with urgency. Hwaryn chuckled softly but didn't stop him, her own hands working to rid him of his clothes.

When they were finally skin to skin, Kaito paused, his breath hitching as he took her in. She was perfect—every inch of her—and he couldn't believe she was his.

"Stop staring," Hwaryn teased, her voice low and husky. "And start doing."

He laughed, a sound that quickly turned into a moan as she shifted beneath him, her core brushing against his arousal. "You're going to be the death of me," he muttered, his hands gripping her hips.

"Only if you're lucky," she shot back, her smile turning downright devilish.

He couldn't take it anymore. With a low growl, he slid into her, the sensation so intense it nearly knocked the air from his lungs.

Hwaryn's head fell back, a soft cry escaping her lips as she clutched at his shoulders.

"Gods, Kaito," she breathed, her voice trembling. "You feel…"

"I know," he muttered, his own voice strained. He began to move, slow and deliberate, savoring every second of her warmth wrapped around him. Hwaryn's nails dug into his back, urging him on, and he obliged, picking up the pace until the room was filled with the sound of their gasps and moans.

Her hands roamed his body, exploring every inch of him as if she couldn't get enough. She pulled him down for another kiss, her lips swallowing his groans as their bodies moved together in perfect harmony.

"Kaito," she whispered against his mouth, her voice breaking. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

He wouldn't have stopped even if the world was ending. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as he thrust into her, each stroke pushing them both closer to the edge. Hwaryn's breaths came in short, desperate gasps, her nails raking down his back in a way that sent shockwaves of pleasure through him.

"Look at me," she demanded, her voice firm despite the tremor in it.

Kaito obeyed, his eyes meeting hers, and what he saw there nearly undid him. Her gaze was filled with raw, unbridled desire, but also something else—something deeper, something that made his chest ache.

"You're mine," she whispered, her voice fierce.

"Mine."

"Yours," he agreed, his voice hoarse. He leaned down to capture her lips again, pouring every bit of his love, his need, into the kiss.

Hwaryn's body tensed beneath him, her legs tightening around his waist as she cried out, her release crashing over her like a tidal wave. Kaito followed soon after, his own climax tearing through him with such force it left him trembling.

For a moment, they stayed like that, tangled together, their bodies still humming with the aftershocks of their passion. Kaito pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his heart pounding in his chest.

"I love you," he whispered, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

Hwaryn looked up at him, her eyes soft but still gleaming with that fire he adored. "I love you too," she murmured, her fingers brushing against his cheek. "Now, are you going to let me catch my breath, or are we going again?"

Kaito grinned, leaning down to nip at her neck.

"What do you think?"

Her laughter was cut short as he rolled her beneath him, his lips trailing down her body. She gasped, her hands tangling in his hair as he reached his destination.

"Kaito," she breathed, her voice already trembling.

He glanced up at her, a wicked grin on his face. "You're mine, remember?"