Dark Desires

The shower was still running, steam curling like silk around them, the sound of water hitting stone almost drowning out Kikidori's sharp, unsteady breath.

Almost.

But not quite.

Because Haruna was busy.

Very busy.

Her hands were on his hips, her nails just barely dragging against his wet skin, her breath cool against the unbearable heat she was creating.

Kikidori's head tilted back against the marble wall, his jaw clenched, his fists tight at his sides. His entire body was wired, tense, strung between pleasure and the struggle to keep himself from completely unraveling.

And Haruna?

She was still going.

She moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, her dark eyes flicking up to watch him come undone. And gods—she knew exactly what she was doing.

Kikidori's fingers twitched.

He should stop her. He should.

But he didn't.

Because Haruna had no gag reflex.

And that was enough to send a violent shudder through his entire existence.

Haruna giggled—low, teasing, vibrating against him in a way that had Kikidori's breath catching in his throat.

He shot her a warning glare, but his body betrayed him completely.

Haruna's smirk widened. "Oh? You're shaking, Kiki."

Kikidori let out a ragged breath, his fingers tangling into her soaked black hair. "Haruna—"

Another slow, perfect movement.

Kikidori's entire body hit the wall.

And Haruna?

She didn't stop.

She didn't falter.

She just kept going.

And by the time she was finished…

Kikidori was wrecked.

The End of Chapter 22.