F#cking Professor Rengoku - AU Rengoku x Reader +18 (COMPLETED)

Chapter 75

(y/n)'s POV:

The golden rays of the late morning sun filtered gently through the sheer curtains, casting a warm, dreamy glow across the suite. My body ached in the most delicious way, a lingering reminder of the night we had shared. Of how Kyojuro had worshipped me with such burning intensity, then pushed me past every limit until I was trembling and breathless, only to start again, over and over, until the stars outside faded into dawn.

I barely remembered how many times he made me cry out his name, how many times he murmured mine in that low, reverent tone as if each syllable was sacred.

Now, the room was quiet, the fire in the hearth reduced to a soft crackle. I was cocooned in soft sheets, surrounded by Kyojuro's warmth, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath my cheek. He held me protectively, one arm draped across my waist while the other gently traced slow circles along my bare back.

"Good morning, sweetheart." he murmured against my hair, his voice husky with sleep but still laced with affection.

I hummed, too blissfully content to form real words.

"You were amazing last night." he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "You took everything I gave you... beautifully."

A deep blush spread across my cheeks, even as a shy smile tugged at my lips. "You're insatiable." I mumbled, burying my face into his chest.

Kyojuro chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Only with you."

"You're incredible." he whispered, leaning forward to press a kiss to my shoulder. "Last night... you were perfect. So beautiful, so brave."

I closed my eyes, letting myself melt into the sensation of his lips, the warmth of his hand on my skin. "You didn't hold back..."

A soft chuckle rumbled from his chest. "No. I didn't. I wanted you to remember our wedding night for the rest of your life."

My cheeks heated. "I will. My body certainly will..."

His smile widened with pride, but his touch remained tender. He leaned down again, kissing the inside of my wrist where the skin was most sensitive. "Let me take care of you now."

I opened my eyes to find him watching me, all fire replaced with devotion. I gave a small nod, too drained to speak, and he sat up, brushing my hair gently from my face.

"I'll run a bath." he said, tucking the covers around me. "Just rest."

I watched him leave the room, his strong back disappearing through the door. A moment later I heard the sound of water running, and the faint clink of glass as he gathered oils and soaps.

My eyes fluttered shut again, but not for sleep. Just to breathe. To feel.

By the time he returned, the scent of lavender and something sweet, chamomile, perhaps, was already wafting through the air. He scooped me gently into his arms, cradling me as though I were fragile porcelain. And in that moment, I almost believed I was, worn thin from pleasure and held together only by his strength.

"You're shaking." he murmured, concern lacing his voice.

"I'm alright." I whispered. "Just... sore."

His smile turned soft. "Then you definitely need this."

The bathroom was warm and foggy, the tub full of steaming water. He knelt beside it, lowering me into the bath with painstaking care. The heat wrapped around me like a second embrace, pulling a deep, contented moan from my lips.

"Better?" he asked, brushing stray hair from my cheek.

"So much better."

Without a word, he slipped in behind me, his arms wrapping around my middle as he pulled me gently against his chest.