A tingling flurry of sensation stirred within her, and she arched her body into the pleasurable feeling. She's never felt quite so safe or so enchanted before now. In his arms, she felt protected and cherished.
Entwining her legs around his waist, she held onto him. She grazed along the cartilage of his ear, before letting her fingertips curl underneath his chin. Tilting his head so that their eyes met, she gazed deeply into those gorgeous dark eyes. Her breath hitched in her throat, as a stunning epiphany dawned.
He was mine.
Since she joined the Host Club, she understood that Kyoya was a kind and generous person beneath his cool exterior. His striking good looks were, of course, outward and obvious. She never would have expected to actually be fortunate enough to feel his gentle, loving caress. Or be able to see him in all his symmetry.
The way he smiled, his refined voice, that glint in his eyes. Everything about him rivaled Adonis. Actually, no god could even hold a candle to this "demon's" beauty.
She parted her lips, her oculars filling with quiet desperation for his touch. Unable to articulate her need, she simply got lost in his eyes, silently asking for his affection.
I want you... She mouthed demurely, eyelids falling halfway.
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