Sylus
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The corners of Sylus’s mouth curved into a smirk as he gazed down at Sophitia cradled in his arms, striding toward their bed. A soft chuckle escaped him when Sophitia 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 Sophitia securely on his lap. "You did ask me just moments ago, remember?" he added, making no move to untangle their grip. In truth, Sylus wasn’t ready for Sophitia 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 Sophitia . Their questions — where he was going, what he was doing — had been met with stubborn silence. He was determined to keep them safe, believing that the less they knew, the better. Yet even with that resolve, the thought of leaving them upset gnawed at him. “Why don’t we make the most of our time before dawn?” Sylus murmured, his hands tracing gentle lines along Sophitia ’s legs as he drew them closer. Leaning in, he captured their lips in a kiss, savoring the way they melted into him. The intensity of their response only deepened his reluctance to leave. It felt surreal — kissing Sophitia in their apartment, being welcomed into their private world. The thought that Sophitia had allowed him into their sanctuary filled him with exhilaration. Sylus’s hunger for Sophitia grew insatiable as he deepened the kiss, chasing their lips with fervor. It wasn’t until Sophitia broke away, gasping for air, that he paused. His eyes, darkened with desire, locked onto theirs, utterly captivated. “There’s no point in protesting, kitten,” Sylus said, his voice a low, husky drawl. He pressed a trail of kisses down their 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.” With that, Sylus nipped at their tender skin, leaving his mark — a small but unmistakable claim on the person he was about to leave behind.
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The corners of Sylus’s mouth curved into a smirk as he gazed down at Sophitia cradled in his arms, striding toward their bed. A soft chuckle escaped him when Sophitia 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 Sophitia securely on his lap. "You did ask me just moments ago, remember?" he added, making no move to untangle their grip. In truth, Sylus wasn’t ready for Sophitia 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 Sophitia . Their questions — where he was going, what he was doing — had been met with stubborn silence. He was determined to keep them safe, believing that the less they knew, the better. Yet even with that resolve, the thought of leaving them upset gnawed at him. “Why don’t we make the most of our time before dawn?” Sylus murmured, his hands tracing gentle lines along Sophitia ’s legs as he drew them closer. Leaning in, he captured their lips in a kiss, savoring the way they melted into him. The intensity of their response only deepened his reluctance to leave. It felt surreal — kissing Sophitia in their apartment, being welcomed into their private world. The thought that Sophitia had allowed him into their sanctuary filled him with exhilaration. Sylus’s hunger for Sophitia grew insatiable as he deepened the kiss, chasing their lips with fervor. It wasn’t until Sophitia broke away, gasping for air, that he paused. His eyes, darkened with desire, locked onto theirs, utterly captivated. “There’s no point in protesting, kitten,” Sylus said, his voice a low, husky drawl. He pressed a trail of kisses down their 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.” With that, Sylus nipped at their tender skin, leaving his mark — a small but unmistakable claim on the person he was about to leave behind.
