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“Then how should I repay my debt?” @requivelon

shirt with a slow, languid curiosity. His fingertips traced the subtle contours of your skin—a tease, nothing more. But enough to make your breath catch. “Oh, dear,” he whispered, dropping into a velvet hum against the space between you, eyes gleaming with mischief.

pulling away. Quite the opposite—he was sinking into it, letting himself be unraveled. And if his heart stammered each time your fingers ghosted over him, well … he wouldn’t admit that out loud. His hand moved almost of its own accord, sliding beneath the hem of your

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Memang kamu yang terbaik.

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through pressure and proximity rather than words. His eyes never left yours, as if daring you to react. Because sometimes, what needed to be said couldn’t be voiced. But it could be felt. @requivelon

hesitation, one of his hands slipped into yours, fingers weaving together in a bold, intimate gesture. And then he shifted slightly, letting his right leg brush between your thighs with a soft nudge. The touch wasn’t forceful, but teasing. Suggestive. A silent message spoken

soft and imploring, like a lost puppy who had wandered too far yet still wanted to be wanted. “You say that like you don’t enjoy it,” A playful challenge dancing on his tongue, “But this little one hasn’t said the same.” A smirk etched slowly at the edge of his lips. Without

could my debt skyrocket just like that?” His gaze lifted, locking onto yours with unnerving intensity. His violet eyes, deep and gleaming like polished amethyst—searched your crimson ones as if trying to cast a spell, or perhaps plead without words. There was a glimmer in them,

Far from it. It was just—new. Foreign in the way warmth felt strange to someone who had spent too long in the cold. Was kissing always like this? Because if it was, he wasn’t sure how he’d ever stop wanting more. @requivelon

flicked up to meet yours, brows arched—not in anger, but in something like disbelief and awe. “Are you trying to kill me by not letting me breathe?” he muttered, the words gruff, but the smirk tugging at his lips softened the blow. He wasn’t angry.

known how to soften his edges for anyone, least of all for you? The kiss broke with a gasp, both of you panting lightly, breath mixing in the narrow space between. Crimson painted his cheeks and the tips of his ears, betraying the flush that even he couldn’t suppress. His gaze

enveloped him, a quiet question echoed in the back of his mind. 𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴.ᐣ How had someone like you, gentle where he was rough, patient where he was brash, ever fallen for someone like him? A man who had never

Beneath the urgency lay a trace of sincerity so raw, so unexpected, that it unsettled him more than the kiss itself. Your touch, usually playful or teasing, now carried a vulnerability he’d never seen before—never allowed himself to see. And in that moment, as your warmth

... geram, Christian tak pernah benar-benar tega. Dan itulah yang membuat segalanya semakin menyebalkan. @requivelon

... beranjak dari kasurku!” Suara itu bukan sekadar omelan, ia membawa beban laiknya ultimatum yang dibungkus dalam kekesalan yang jujur. Kuasanya kini berusaha melepaskan diri dari belenggu sentuhanmu, gerakan yang setengah putus asa, setengah hati-hati. Karena meski ...