Chapter 87: Held until Morning.

Feeling his gaze, I raised both hands.

I knew his two hands gripping my waist tight wouldn’t let me go.

I placed both hands on my chest. One on each side, I caught the reddened nipples between my fingers and rubbed them. Rolled them with my palms too. Just as he had done for me.

I didn’t know how to do it in ways I hadn’t learned from him.

“Damn it.”

I looked at his face cursing unsuitably.

With his brow heavily furrowed, he licked his lips with his tongue. As if he wanted to suck my chest right away.

“Too, erotic. Jay.”

“Do you, ugh, like it?”

His frowning red eyes made my waist tremble. His thing, which I thought had grown fully, swelled even more and pressured the inside.

“Who, made you this erotic?”

It wasn’t difficult to answer the question asked while rotating his waist slowly. Because there was only one answer.

“Phil, you, made me, ah…!”

As I spoke the only correct answer, as if releasing what he had held back until now, he shook me violently from the start. Simultaneously with pulling his waist back himself, he lifted my body upwards.

The s*x that seemed like it would slip out almost completely invaded inside again all at once the very next moment.

The breath I barely calmed heated up in an instant. He pounded up the place I feel repeatedly. My two hands that comforted myself were now just resting on his arms.

The splashing sound of water was loud. Strength entered my thighs fully. Just enduring the stimulation given to me was overwhelming.

I even had the illusion that the inside was opening more. My voice flowing out echoed inside the bathroom and returned to my ears. My ears turned red, but I couldn’t hold back the sound either.

“This is, this is, too deep… ungh…!”

Once again, I was stabbed deeper.

Strength entered my hands placed on his arms. I gripped his arms until the back of my hands turned white.

Even the red and blue bruise marks remaining on the back of my hands seemed to fade faintly.

If the marks left on the back of my hands seemed to fade, Philius used to make traces on the same spot again.

I couldn’t cover them with clothes, nor wear gloves. The traces he left were always exposed. So I couldn’t ignore them.

I raised the hand with faded traces to his mouth.

His eyes looking at me, who must have been messily disheveled, looked even ferocious.

He, who seemed like he would set his teeth immediately, just licked the back of my hand. With the greed felt stickily remaining the same.

The one who became anxious was me.

The moment he pulled his waist back, I put strength into my thighs. My waist lifted upward, albeit very slightly.

And matching the time he thrust his s*x back in, I relaxed the strength. I sat down on his s*x as if impaled.

“Ah…!”

Simultaneously with being stabbed in the deepest place, he grabbed my wrist strongly.

Just like that, he set his teeth on the back of my hand and bit.

His mark must have been engraved again. Deeper than before.

I wished it would remain like that forever, wished this time would rather be stuffed.

At the same time, the inside moved on its own and grabbed his s*x.

“Ugh…”

He moaned against the back of my hand and pulled his waist back again.

Impatient, I fumbled the back of his hand I was holding. The sensation of bumpy scars was felt.

“Do it, please…”

Scratching the back of his hand, I spilled words indistinguishable between an order and a plea.

That one word was what he wanted.

Me unable to endure the greed for him and spitting it out.

With eyes turned completely red, he shook me up.

“Want me. Continuously.”

“Phil…!”

His name I called returned as more violent movements. He retreated fully and then rammed back inside me.

My actions trying to follow somehow soon became useless.

It seemed new paths were created wherever he stirred. As he thrust up, my voice only went higher.

“As much as I, want you.”

Terribly so.

Does he desire me that much? As if belatedly managing his true feelings that popped out willfully, he clenched his teeth.

I barely put strength into my arms flailing recklessly. Reached out toward him.

Rubbed his jaw clenched with strength. No, that was just my thought; actually, I probably just touched it.

“Jay…!”

But that light touch was enough. To make his lips open again.

Is it because of his s*x rammed completely inside? or because of his shout felt even desperately?

A sensation making my hair stand on end ran down my spine. It was stronger than any sensation I received from him so far. The inside seemed to tighten closely.

“Kuh…!”

Leaking sound between clenched teeth, he began to ejaculate inside me. Yet the rough waist movement remained. More, more.

As if intending to shoot semen up to the deepest part inside me, he dug in harder. As if trying to pierce the inner wall tightening fully.

My s*x began to ejaculate belatedly.

Only after feeling fully inside already.

****

“…I can’t move.”

I murmured leaning my head on his shoulder.

I heard the sound of water draining from the bathtub. That sound must have been louder than my voice, but there was no way Philius didn’t hear my words.

“Yeah, just stay like that.”

As he said. He washed and wiped my limp body anew.

Mobilizing magic to dry my hair so not a single drop of water remained, he dressed me in pajamas and laid me on the bed.

This time I didn’t ask why he was so skillful.

Because I found the answer in how he took care of me when I had manifestation fever.

Even when I fell asleep as if losing consciousness after s*x with him, he probably took care of me exactly like now.

Even after lowering the bed canopy to make it completely dark, he found the place next to me without difficulty and lay down.

I reflexively turned my body toward him, and he accepted my body as if natural. Using his arm as a pillow, I leaned my forehead on his chest. It was a posture fitting like a puzzle.

Suddenly, laughter came out.

“Why?”

He asked stroking my hair down.

“Because doing this seems to have become a very natural posture.”

“Because it is actually natural.”

At the nonchalant answer, I ended up laughing shortly again.

Then inhaled deeply. Instead of his forest scent, a faint smell of water wafted.

“Was it not enough?”

At the question asked while massaging my nape, I sighed audibly on purpose.

“Now I really think I can’t move even a finger.”

“Oh dear.”

It was a voice sounding somewhat sincere. Contrary to the exclamation of pity, he swept my hair back with a gentle touch.

It was that movement that almost made me fall asleep in the bathtub. Matching the speed, I blinked slowly.

“Can’t sleep?”

“Although I feel languid…”

We let time flow like that. He sweeping my hair repeatedly, and me breathing slowly against his chest.

I didn’t think the time spent neither doing productive work nor sleeping for the coming morning was a waste. Rather, I thought the time reducing where I could lie like this was a waste.

I lifted one limp arm and placed it on his back.

“Mmm…”

His satisfied voice rang very close.

Suddenly one thought came to mind.

What will happen to me if I lose this body temperature, this touch stroking me someday?

My body shrank on its own.

“Cold? Shall I weaken the wind?”

“…Yes.”

The wind floating in the room by magic weakened. His embrace hugged me deeper too.

The future was always anxious to me. It was a time when there was a possibility of losing anything in an instant.

Thinking I couldn’t endure the sense of loss again when lost, I didn’t want to make anything precious.

But my heart moved regardless of my will. Eventually making me have no choice but to reach out.

Because due to vague fear, I came to think I couldn’t miss him.

As a result of greed, the fear that was just distant now took a definite form.

If someday, in some way, I lose this body temperature, the voice calling my name, this touch treating me carefully as if I would break even after grabbing me greedily.

Unable to see the end of imagination, I closed my eyes.

“Sleeping?”

I didn’t answer the question in a low voice. I felt like I would leak a trembling voice if I opened my mouth.

“See you again in the morning.”

When I open my eyes in the morning, I will see his face first. Just as today, and yesterday.

The present was piling up step by step becoming the past.

May the future be so as well.

I came to wish for eternity I never wished for even once.

Harbored a wish that cannot be fulfilled because it doesn’t exist.