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Chapter 11

Katsuko's POV

My chest tightened as I felt like it was about to burst with the most overwhelming sense of happiness I'd ever felt. I tried to look for signs that his words were deceitful; however, there were none. His eyes didn't move from mine, and his breath stayed steady. His words were smooth without hesitation or breaks, and his hands kept a soft grip on mine, unmoving.

Every word he said was the rawest truth, and it caused tears to form in my eyes. No one had ever treated me the way he had, or did, no one had ever been so kind, caring or attentive. I'd never heard words like that from anyone that was truthful and honest. He loved me, and I knew without a doubt that I loved him.

"I love you, too." I managed to choke out.

I wasn't sure how any of it was possible, but it was true. Each day I fell more in love with him. The nights spent talking, and the days spent just holding hands saying nothing much. The way, every morning, I woke to find a text from him, telling me good morning and that he hoped I had a good day. How he would call me, just for a few short minutes before he retired to bed, only to talk to me. When we fell asleep together, I'd wake to find him looking at me, smiling as his fingers brushed against my skin, or through my hair.

"Can a guy take that as a yes?" He looked at me, his eyes full of hope.

"Yes." I nodded, and his face broke out into a grin.

I couldn't contain it, and I felt ready to burst. I pulled him to me and crashed my lips to his. His body flushed with mine as he let go of my hands and moved them, so one was on my waist, the other wrapped in my hair. Mine moved around his shoulders, resting in his hair and holding firm as his tongue ran across my lips, and I honored his request.

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As soon as I shut the front door behind us and placed my shoes neatly on the rack, Masato pinned my body against the cold door. His lips attacking mine in urgent kisses as his hands held a firm grip on his waist.

His lips moved to my neck as a feeling stirred inside me, and my breath became irregular. My body ignited as I felt an ache grow between my legs and in the pit of my stomach. My mind became nothing but a blur as I could think of nothing more than about how his soft lips felt against my neck.

A strangled moan escaped my parted lips as his teeth grazed at the crook, and my fingers gripped tight on his arms as I desperately tried to anchor myself.

Masato's hands slowly grazed down over my hips, feeling the curve of my body as they worked down to my thighs and rested at the hem of my dress.

His head moved, so our eyes met, his sweet chocolate eyes boring into mine as he tugged at the hem - a silent ask for permission.

I answered him by lifting my arms, allowing him to pull the fabric of my dress over my head and discard it to the floor. All that was left on me was my black lace matching underwear.

Masato took a step back, his eyes wandering over my body as he drank in the sight. I felt exposed as he studied me, his breath heavy, but I loved every second of it as I watched his eye cloud is love and lust.

Masato hurriedly unfastened the buttons of his flannel, revealing the slight grooves of his firm chest before he pressed his body up against mine once more. The feeling of his skin against mine was intoxicating.

His hand grabbed my thigh as he lifted my leg, so it rested against his hip. I felt his erection between my legs as he rolled his hips while simultaneously biting down on my neck.

"Shit!" I moaned as the pleasure mixed with the slight touch of pain from the bite sent my body into a frenzy.

I felt the wetness pool below as I mewled in need of him. No one had ever sent me into a pure, raw frenzy of wanton like he was right now.

I felt his hand slide up my leg, over my waist until it reached my lace-covered breast and squeezed firmly, causing my breath to falter.

"You're so perfect." He mumbled right before he caught my lobe between his teeth, and his hand slipped behind me.

In a swift movement, the clasps came undone, and I removed it, throwing it away.

"Masato!" My moan came out a near scream as he rolled his hips, biting at my neck as his thumb brushed over the hard nub of my left breast.

"Fuck, it's so hot when you moan like that." The words came out as a near growl against my collar bone as he kissed and nipped at the skin.

"Please, oh god, please do something," I begged. I couldn't take anymore; I needed release, I needed something, anything.

He moved his hands, hooking them just under my lace-covered backside and picking me up with ease. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me into my bedroom.

After he laid be carefully against the plush, double bed, he rid himself of everything but the black boxer briefs he wore.

My teeth caught my bottom lip as I studied his slim but toned body, and my eyes pleaded with him to hurry up.

A sultry smirk danced on his lips as he climbed over me, his body hovering, the heat of his body warming my already hot one further.

His lips found mine in a hungry kiss as he held himself up on one arm. The hand on the other instantly found my breast, the fingers pinching and pulling at the nub, causing my body to arch off the bed.

The ache I felt in the pit of my stomach was growing almost painful, twisting and tightening in need for him, for some form of release.

His hand trailed down, over my stomach, to the lace that covered me as his flat palm pressed against my heat. My hips bucked against his hand, involuntarily, desperate for the feeling of sweet friction.

He tore his lips from mine as a low groan, and his eyes met mine, "Oh Jesus, baby, you're so wet."

"Masato, I swear to god if you don't-Oh fuck!" My sentence was interrupted by him snaking his hand under the lace and his fingers circling the sensitive apex of my core.

He'd barely touched me, and I already felt the waves of bliss ready to come crashing down on me.

My back arched as he slipped two fingers inside me, working them slowly as his palm worked against my apex, sending me into a craze. My body burned and flushed, my insides twisted and tightened, my skin prickled in goosebumps as I began to shake underneath him.

"Let go, Koneko let go." The whispered words came against my ear and became my undoing. His name left my lips in a strained moan as euphoria overtook me, and he sent me into the most blissful high I'd ever felt.