Behind the screen

Desire

Kenma felt a surge of possessiveness as he held Yuki close, his fingers tracing the curves of her body. The mask added an extra layer of thrill, heightening his dominant persona. He had revealed his secret, and now he was ready to take things further.

"You're mine, Yuki," he repeated, his voice low and commanding. "No one else can have you."

Yuki's breath quickened, her body responding to his touch despite the confusion and fear still lingering in her mind. She could feel the intensity of his desire, the way he wanted to claim her completely.

Kenma's hands moved with purpose, exploring every inch of her. He pushed her against the wall, his lips finding hers in a fierce, possessive kiss. "Tell me you're mine," he demanded between kisses.

"I'm yours, Kenma," Yuki whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of arousal and submission.

"Good girl," he growled, his hands slipping under her shirt. "I want to hear you say it again."

"I'm yours," she repeated, louder this time, the words making her feel both vulnerable and powerful.

Kenma's eyes darkened with lust as he heard her submission. He lifted her up, carrying her to the bed with ease. He laid her down gently but firmly, his body pressing against hers. "You belong to me, and I'm going to show you just how much."

His hands moved to her jeans, unbuttoning and sliding them off with a swift motion. Yuki shivered, the cool air contrasting with the heat of his touch. He took his time, savoring the sight of her lying before him, vulnerable and ready.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his hands tracing patterns on her skin. "And you're all mine."

He leaned down, his lips finding her neck, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin. Yuki moaned softly, her hands gripping the sheets as she arched into his touch. Kenma's possessiveness intensified, his desire to claim her completely overwhelming his senses.

"I want you to remember this," he said, his voice a dark whisper. "Remember that you belong to me."

Yuki's breath hitched as he moved lower, his lips and tongue exploring her body. Every touch, every kiss, was a mark of his possession, a reminder of his dominance. She could feel the intensity of his need, the way he was losing himself in the moment.

"Kenma," she moaned, her hands tangling in his hair.

"That's right," he said, his voice rough with desire. "Say my name. Let everyone know who you belong to."

As the night wore on, Kenma's possessiveness only grew, his need to claim Yuki driving him to new heights of passion. Every touch, every kiss, was a promise that she was his and his alone.