The hotel suite was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the distant murmur of the city outside. Golden lamplight spilled across the bed, casting long shadows as Lily stepped back, her fingers still tangled in Reyan's shirt.
Her breath was warm against his lips, sweet with the remnants of champagne.
Reyan hesitated—just for a second—before sliding his hands around her waist, pulling her closer.
"Are you sure?" he murmured.
Lily didn't answer with words. Instead, she rose onto her toes, pressing her mouth to his again, her kiss slow but insistent. Her hands slid beneath his shirt, fingertips tracing the hard planes of his stomach, the bruises from the fight still fresh along his ribs.
He shivered.
Gently, Reyan guided her backward until her knees hit the edge of the bed. She sank down, pulling him with her, her lips never leaving his. The mattress dipped beneath their weight as he settled over her, one knee between her thighs, his hands cradling her face like something precious.
Clothes became obstacles.
His shirt was the first to go, tossed aside with little care. Hers followed—slowly, as if they had all the time in the world. The zipper of her dress gave way under his fingers, the fabric pooling around her hips before she wriggled free.
Bare skin met bare skin.
Lily gasped as Reyan's mouth found the curve of her neck, his lips trailing lower, worshipping every inch of her. His hands were rough from the fight but impossibly gentle as they mapped her body—the dip of her waist, the swell of her breasts, the softness of her thighs.
She arched beneath him, her breath coming in shallow pants.
"Reyan—" His name was a plea on her lips.
He answered without words.
One hand slid between her legs, fingers stroking slowly, teasingly, until she was trembling beneath him. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her hips lifting in silent demand.
He didn't make her wait.
With a groan, Reyan settled between her thighs, guiding himself into her with a slow, deliberate push.
Lily's breath hitched.
For a moment, neither of them moved—just stayed like that, connected, her body stretched around him, his forehead pressed to hers.
Then, with a shuddering exhale, Reyan began to move.
It wasn't rushed. It wasn't frantic.
Every thrust was measured, deep, as if he was memorizing the way she felt around him. Lily's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, her moans muffled against his shoulder.
The world outside ceased to exist.
There was only this—the heat of their bodies, the slide of skin on skin, the quiet, broken sounds slipping from Lily's lips as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside her.
Reyan's rhythm faltered as she clenched around him, her back arching off the bed as she came with a soft cry. He followed moments later, his hips stuttering, his groan rough against her ear.
For a long while after, they stayed like that—limbs tangled, breaths mingling, neither willing to let go just yet.
Afterward, her body melted into his, warm and trembling. She was the first to fall asleep—breath slowing with every passing second.
Reyan lay there silently, one arm wrapped around her, eyes staring at the ceiling.
He had no idea what this meant.
But it didn't feel wrong.
Eventually, sleep pulled him under too.
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The sun broke through the curtains hours later, scattering golden light across the suite.
Reyan stirred first.
The pillow beside him was still warm.
Lily was curled under the blanket, hair messy, lips slightly parted in deep sleep. One of her hands rested on his chest without even realizing it.
He smiled faintly.
> [Good morning, Reyan.]
The system's calm voice returned like the soft click of a clock resuming its tick.
> [You have new messages. Would you like to read them now?]
Reyan's fingers twitched slightly above the sheets.
He looked out the window at the morning sky.
"…Yeah," he murmured. "Let's see what comes next."
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