He leaned in, but instead of claiming her mouth, he nuzzled the valley between her breasts, his nose and lips tracing the neckline of her chemise.

His breath was hot through the linen, making her squirm. He hooked a finger under one strap and slowly, so slowly, drew it down her arm, following the path of exposed skin with a trail of feather-light kisses.

When his mouth finally closed over her nipple through the fabric, she cried out, her head falling back. The sensation was electric, the damp heat of his mouth and the rough friction of the linen creating a delicious torture. He suckled gently, his tongue circling the taut peak until the material was soaked and she was writhing, her fingers tangled in his hair.

"Satou… please…"

He understood. With a tenderness that belied the frantic energy coursing between them, he gathered the hem of her chemise and lifted it up and over her head, leaving her completely bare to his gaze. The cool night air on her heated skin was a shock, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his look.

"Gods, Lyra," he choked out, his eyes drinking her in. He didn't move to touch her, just looked, and the raw appreciation in his face was more potent than any touch could have been.

She reached for the waistband of his trousers, her confidence growing. "Now you." She fumbled with the tie, her eagerness making her clumsy, but he covered her hands with his, stilling them.

"Let me," he said, standing to shuck off his own pants. He stood before her, fully revealed, and her breath caught. He was all lean strength and powerful lines, and his erection stood proud and thick against his stomach. He was just as nervous as she was, just as exposed, and the shared vulnerability made her feel bolder than ever.

She lay back on the bed, pulling him down with her. Their bodies aligned, skin to skin, and they both gasped at the contact. The feel of his chest against her breasts, his hard length pressing against her thigh, was almost too much to bear. He kissed her again, deeply, as his hand began a slow exploration down her side, over the dip of her waist, the curve of her hip.

He cupped her breast, his thumb stroking her nipple until she was arching into his hand, mewling into his mouth. His touch was hesitant at first, then grew more confident as he learned what made her gasp, what made her moan.

His kisses moved down her body—her neck, the sensitive spot below her ear, the swell of each breast. He took a nipple into his mouth, and this time, with no barrier between them, the sensation was devastating. His tongue was wet and hot, laving and flicking until she was clutching at the sheets, her hips rolling restlessly. No one had ever… she had never felt…

He moved lower, his lips leaving a trail of fire across her stomach. He kissed the inside of her knee, her thigh, nipping playfully at the sensitive skin, making her jump and giggle breathlessly. The teasing built the anticipation to an almost unbearable level. She was throbbing, aching for a touch he hadn't yet given.

"Satou," she begged, her voice barely recognizable. "Please. Touch me."

He looked up, his eyes meeting hers, and held her gaze as he finally, finally, let his fingers drift through the curls at the apex of her thighs. She whimpered, her legs falling open in silent invitation. His touch was light, a mere whisper against her slick, heated folds, and her entire body jolted.

"You're so wet," he murmured, his voice full of wonder. "All for me?"

"All for you," she confirmed, her back arching as he circled a finger around her clit. Oh, gods. Her eyes screwed shut, her world narrowing to that single, exquisite point of contact.

He explored her with a novice's curiosity, learning her rhythm, the pressure she needed. When he slid a finger inside her, she gasped at the slight stretch, the unfamiliar fullness. He stilled immediately. "Does it hurt?"

"No," she panted. "No, it's just… new. Don't stop." She rocked her hips against his hand, showing him what she needed, and he took the cue, beginning a slow, gentle rhythm with his finger while his thumb continued its maddening circles.

The coiling tension in her belly tightened, growing more and more urgent. She was climbing toward something, a peak she'd only ever read about or imagined. Her breaths came in short, sharp gasps. "Don't stop… please, don't stop…"

He added a second finger, stretching her further, and the sensation tipped her over the edge. A wave of pure, undiluted pleasure crashed over her, wringing a choked cry from her lips as her body convulsed around his hand. Stars, brighter than any in the Eternal Ring, exploded behind her eyelids.

As the aftershocks trembled through her, Satou held her, kissing her stomach, her hip, her thigh, whispering how beautiful she was, how incredible it was to feel her come apart for him.

When she could finally open her eyes, she found him watching her, his expression one of stunned pride and fierce desire. She reached for him, pulling him up her body for a deep, languid kiss, tasting herself on his lips.

She broke the kiss, her hand sliding down between them to wrap around his length. He was velvety steel, hot and heavy in her hand. He groaned, his hips bucking into her touch. "Lyra…"

"I want you," she whispered, guiding him to her entrance. "I want all of you."

He positioned himself, the broad head of his cock pressing against her slick warmth. He looked into her eyes, a final, silent question. She answered by wrapping her legs around his hips and pulling him closer.

"I'm right here," she breathed. "With you."

His breath hitched as her fingers wrapped around him, a soft groan escaping his lips. "Lyra… you don't have to…"

"I want to," she whispered, her voice laced with a newfound confidence that surprised even her. The aftershocks of her own climax still hummed through her veins, a boldness born of satiated pleasure. "I want to know you, Satou. All of you."

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