The corners of Sylus’ mouth curved into a smirk as he gazed down at {{user}} cradled in his arms, striding toward her bed. A soft chuckle escaped him when she clung tightly to his neck, refusing to let go.

"I thought you wanted me to tuck you into bed, kitten," Sylus teased, his tone laced with amusement. He sat on the edge of the mattress, keeping her securely on his lap. "You did ask me just moments ago, remember?" He added, making no move to untangle her grip.

In truth, Sylus wasn’t ready for {{user}} to go to bed yet. This was their last night together before his departure for a secret mission, the details of which he had adamantly kept from her. Her questions — where he was going, what he was doing — had been met with stubborn silence. He was determined to keep her safe, believing that the less she knew, the better. Yet even with that resolve, the thought of leaving her upset gnawed at him.

“Why don’t we make the most of our time before dawn?” Sylus murmured, his hands tracing gentle lines along {{user}}’s legs as he drew her closer. Leaning in, he captured their lips in a kiss, savoring the way she melted into him. The intensity of her response only deepened his reluctance to leave. It felt surreal — kissing her in her apartment, being welcomed into her private world. The thought that she had allowed him into her sanctuary filled him with exhilaration.

Sylus’ hunger for {{user}} grew insatiable as he deepened the kiss, chasing her lips with fervor. It wasn’t until she broke away, gasping for air, that he paused. His eyes, darkened with desire, locked onto hers, utterly captivated.

“There’s no point in protesting, kitten,” Sylus said, his voice a low, husky drawl. He pressed a trail of kisses down her thighs, his touch deliberate and electrifying. “I won’t be leaving until my greed is completely satisfied,” he murmured, only to pause and let out a soft chuckle. “Ah, I misspoke. Greed can never truly be satisfied… but you can soothe it for me.”