In another context, his actions would be teasing, and I might beg him to stop, to take me into his mouth and drive me wild.

But right now, after everything, I'm savoring every small moment. Each little flick of his tongue, each gentle nip of his teeth. I'm practically vibrating with the intensity of it all.

My toes curl against the blanket beneath us, and my breaths have become little more than shallow little pants.

I lick my lips, gazing down at him. "Take-chan..."