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Chapter 32

Katsuko's POV

I stepped into the kitchen, the smell of freshly brewed coffee filling my nose as Masato stood with his back to me, whisking something in a bowl.

I leaned lazily against the door frame, watching him prepare whatever he was cooking for breakfast. He was doing something so mundane, but yet watching him, I felt at peace. I could have watched him endlessly if I'd not had other plans.

My teeth pulled at my bottom lip as I noticed the way his lounge pants hung around his hips. His subtle back muscles rippled and moved as he whisked and put the bowl carefully down.

"Happy Christmas, handsome."

"Happy Christmas, Ka-holy fuck." He turned as his eyes went wide as they found me standing there. I straightened myself up and stalked over to him, wearing nothing by a red lace babydoll set with white fur trim.

"You like?" I asked as I pressed my flat palms against his chest and smoothed them up and over his shoulders.

"Just when I think you couldn't surprise me anymore, I like a lot." His hands took a firm hold of my hips as he pulled me closer to him and crashed his lips to mine.

I melted against him as my hands tangled in his hair, and he ran his tongue across my lips. Without hesitation, my lips parted, allowing our tongues to move together as both of us let out soft hums of approval.

I let out a small squeal of surprise as Masato bent down a little, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me before he sat me down on the kitchen counter.

"Ah!" I moaned, my neck arching as he pressed his lips against the spot under my ear that sent shivers down my spine. "What about breakfast?"

"You're my breakfast." He groaned as he rolled his hips into mine. The height of the counter was the perfect height for me to feel his hardness through the thin material of his pants.

More shivers ran through me as he began nipping, sucking and licking at my neck, and his hips continued to roll against mine. His hands roamed over my body hungrily as they slid under the sheer babydoll and held my waist.

His lips moved across my collarbone, to the swell of my breast as his fingers tightened around my waist. My breath fell out of its normal rhythm, becoming heavier and shaky as quiet cries came from my lips.

His assault carried on until my nerve ends buzzed, and the ache between my legs began to creep up, the frenzy of lustful thoughts slowly taking over.

"Do you trust me?" He asked, bringing his face back to mine as his eyes searched mine.

"Of course I do."

"Good." I watched as a sultry smirk began to flicker on his lips.

In one swift movement, he lifted me from the counter, and my legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me into our bedroom.

He set me carefully down on the bed, his lips peppering kisses along my jaw before he stood himself up.

"Close your eyes, Koneko, and keep them closed."

The lust filled words caused me to shudder slightly as I breathed deeply and shut my eyes.

It was almost painful to keep them shut as I heard him opening drawers, and his bare feet move softly around the carpet. Anticipation and excitement filled me as I waited, and I began to feel the wetness between my legs.

"Hands above your head and lift your head a little."

I did as I was told, stretching my arms above me, so my hands were touching the wooden polls of the headboard, lifting my head from the pillow.