Ai's body was still trembling from the intensity of what she had just done. Her lips felt swollen, her mouth warm with the lingering taste of him. She knelt between his legs, looking up at Shiki with wide, glassy eyes—half proud, half overwhelmed, her cheeks burning crimson.
Shiki leaned back on the couch, chest rising and falling heavily, his hand gently stroking her hair as she caught her breath. His smirk was lazy, satisfied, but his eyes held that familiar glint of mischief.
Ai swallowed, her voice small and shaky. "Sh-Shiki… what… what do we do now?"
Shiki's grin widened slowly, wicked and teasing. He tilted his head, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make her squirm.
"Now?" he murmured, voice low and velvety. "Now… I think it's my turn to make you feel even better, kitten."
Ai's eyes went huge. "E-even better…? But… but I already feel… I can't—"
