"Not enough..."
The words slipped from my lips in a ragged growl, low and hungry. My body twitched beneath the afterglow, but the ache hadn't gone. Not really. That fire was still there, burning just under the surface, deeper than before. Climax wasn't the end. It was just the fuse. The ache was bigger than my body now. It was in my chest, my throat, my head.
"Fuck... still not enough."
I rolled to my side and then onto my hands and knees, my legs trembling beneath me, but I didn't care. My face pressed sideways into the pillow, cheek crushed into the soft fabric, lips parted and damp with my own breath and sweat. My hair clung to my forehead, messy and wild. My bare ass arched in the air, shameless, desperate, dripping.
My hand slid back between my legs, still so wet I could hear it. Sticky and obscene. I gasped, groaned, let my knees spread wider. My other hand went straight to my breast, grabbing, squeezing, then slapping it again just to feel the sting. The pain shot through me and I moaned like an animal in heat.
He'd love this...
The thought came uninvited, but I clung to it, let it bloom. Let it consume me.
Taa-kun would love this.
In my head, I saw him—Shin—standing in the doorway. No shirt. Just sweatpants hanging low on his hips. His eyes dark, his jaw tight. Silent. Watching me. That lazy smirk on his lips. That dangerous one that said he knew exactly what I was doing. And that he liked it.
"Watching, huh?" I whispered into the pillow, smirking against the fabric as my fingers rubbed harder, faster. "You pervert... you like seeing your little Aiko like this, don't you?"
In my mind, he stepped forward. His voice low. Teasing.
"You're soaked, Aiko... filthy little thing."
I cried out, hips bucking against my hand. My knees were slipping on the sheets, but I held steady, back arched like a cat in heat.
"Touch me, Taa-kun," I begged into the silence, pretending he was right behind me now. "Put your hands on me... pull my hair, spank me, do anything. Just don't stand there."
I slapped my ass hard, the crack echoing in the dim room. My own hand, but in my mind, it was his. His palm, rough and wide, leaving marks just like I wanted. Just like I needed.
"Tell me I'm yours," I whimpered. "Say it. Just once. Make it real."
And in my fantasy, he did.
"You're mine, Aiko."
The words hit like lightning. I gasped, louder this time, fingers moving in tight circles around my clit. My breast ached from how hard I was kneading it. My whole body was slick with sweat, trembling on all fours, barely holding myself up.
He grabbed my hips, in my mind, yanking them up higher.
"Look at you... you can't even stop. You'd hump the air if I didn't give you something to ride."
"Then give it to me!" I cried, sobbing now, the need clawing out of my throat. "Please, Taa-kun! Just once! Just fuck me like you mean it!"
I rolled again, onto my side, then my back, legs still spread wide as I played with both breasts now, hands greedy and rough. I twisted one nipple, slapped the other. Pain and pleasure were the same now—just different colors in the same painting.
In my head, he crawled onto the bed. Over me. His body over mine, warm and heavy and perfect.
"You want it rough?"
"Yes..."
"You want me to ruin you?"
"God, yes... ruin me, Taa-kun... make me yours, brand me inside."
My fingers slipped lower again, deeper this time. Two now. Stretching. Thrusting. I moaned, tossing my head side to side on the pillow, eyes shut tight.
"You're so tight... and wet..."
His voice... it sounds so real...
I thrust harder, fucking myself as I imagined him slamming into me, strong hands pinning my wrists, mouth biting at my neck.
"Scream my name."
"TAA-KUN!!"
I shouted it. No hesitation. I didn't care if the whole damn apartment heard me.
"TAA-KUN, I LOVE YOU! I WANT YOU TO BREAK ME!"
I was crying again, tears streaming down my cheeks even as my body writhed, trembling on the edge. My breath came in ragged gasps, voice hoarse, thighs soaked with arousal.
"Do it," I begged. "Cum in me, claim me, fill me up. Make me yours forever."
I imagined him groaning, hips pounding, his voice rough and wild.
"Take it, Aiko... all of it..."
"YES! YES! YESSSSS!"
And I shattered.
Again.
A scream tore from my throat as my body jerked and twisted, waves of pleasure ripping through me harder than before. My fingers soaked, my skin hot and slick, chest heaving as I bucked against the sheets. My legs kicked out, toes curling. My whole world shrank to a single point of white-hot ecstasy.
I don't know how long I lay there after that.
Minutes? Hours? A lifetime?
My hands eventually fell away. My thighs twitched. My breath slowed. My mind... quieted. The fantasy faded, but the ache didn't return. Not this time. Not right away.
I blinked up at the ceiling, vision blurry. Moonlight still spilled across the bed. The photos on the wall stared back.
His smile.
That cocky, beautiful smile.
I smiled too. Weakly. Eyes half-lidded. Drained. Content.
"I'm gonna have you one day, Shin," I whispered. "You don't get to run forever. Not from this. Not from me."
I curled onto my side, hugging the pillow again, not caring that I was soaked in sweat and slick. My body still buzzed, but exhaustion pulled at me like a tide.
"You'll be mine... and you'll thank me for it."
My eyes drifted shut. The room was quiet. My breathing slowed.
I fell asleep with a smile on my lips and his name on my tongue.
That night, as sleep finally took me, I drifted into a dream that felt too vivid to be just imagination. Shin was there—warm, strong, his breath ghosting over my skin as he whispered my name like a promise. His hands explored me with reverence and hunger, every touch igniting fireworks under my skin. We moved together in perfect rhythm, our bodies tangled in silken sheets and moaned confessions. In that dream, he was mine. No guilt, no hesitation. Just pure, raw love.
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END OF CHAPTER : 94 : NOT ENOUGH!
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