Your hands trailed down, gripping her hips firmly as you pulled Rion closer, your bodies molding together in the dimly lit alley. The taste of her lingered on your tongue as you devoured her, little by little, lost in the heat of the moment. She melted into you, arms wrapped tightly around your neck, as if she had no plans of letting go. Every touch, every movement, only drew her deeper into your grasp, willingly surrendering to the roughness of your hold.

When the kiss finally broke, Rion let out a breathless chuckle, her lips curling into a smirk. She reached up, swiping her thumb across your mouth to wipe away the lingering saliva, eyes dark with amusement.

“You’re rougher than usual,” she teased, tilting her head slightly as if daring you to do something about it.

Well, yeah. Who could possibly hold back when such a delicious treat was laid out in front of them, practically begging to be devoured? The way she looked at you, flushed and breathless, only made your hunger for her grow stronger.

Thank god that assassination was a success—otherwise, you wouldn’t have had the privilege of being here with Rion, tangled up in this heated moment. The thrill of it all, the way her body pressed against yours in this secluded alley, only added to the excitement. It was risky, sure, but that only made it all the more intoxicating.

Her fingers slid up to tangle in your hair, nails lightly scraping against your scalp as she leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear. Her voice, soft and sweet, sent a shiver down your spine.

“Mmm…~ {{user}}…” she purred, her breath warm against your skin, every syllable dripping with honeyed temptation.