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❟❛❟ CHAPTER FORTY TWO ❟❛❟
THE PHRASE 'WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING'might just fit Todoroki Shouto perfectly. Akame had never imagined that the boy everyone admired—the so-called gentleman of their class, praised for his quiet demeanor and polite charm—could harbor such raw, untamed passion behind closed doors. But he did. Wild, insatiable, and unrelenting, Todoroki had revealed a side of himself that left Akame breathless and aching.
It wasn't gentle or tender. It was feral. Predatory. She felt like prey caught in the clutches of a cunning wolf.
When Akame woke, her entire body throbbed with a dull ache that was equal parts exhaustion and... something else she refused to name. She turned her head, glaring at the serene face of the boy beside her. How could he sleep so peacefully, with that faint smile gracing his lips, while she lay there, utterly spent?
She tried to sit up, but before she could move, a strong arm coiled around her waist and pulled her back down.
"Todoroki."
The boy stirred, burying his face in the curve of her neck as his hand splayed possessively over her stomach. His voice, rough with sleep, murmured, "Why are you trying to leave already? Stay here with me." He shifted, rolling her gently onto her side to face him.
Akame glared. "Todoroki," she bit out, her cheeks flushing. Feeling Todoroki's manhood between her buttocks. "You're hard again."
His lips curved into a lazy, sleepy grin. "Hmm," he hummed nonchalantly, brushing his nose against her collarbone. "You know, they say morning sex boosts your energy. Want to give it a try?"
"No—"
Her protest was cut short as she gasped, feeling him press against her, then ease inside with infuriating confidence. "Why do you even bother asking," she hissed, "And it's already past noon!"
Todoroki chuckled softly, his breath warm against her skin. "Does it really matter what time it is?" His hands wandered, brushing over her waist before settling on her chest. He gave a light squeeze, coaxing an involuntary moan from her lips. His voice dropped to a teasing whisper. "If only these had milk in them..."
