"Ahh... Ro..."
Sylvia’s breathy moan slipped out before she could stop it, her back pressed firmly against the wall.
Ro’s lips were relentless, searing a trail of fire down her skin as if he wanted to devour every inch of her.
"R-Ro... l-let’s go to my room... n-not here, please..." she whispered desperately, though her trembling voice betrayed how weak her resistance was.
But Ro didn’t slow down. He acted as if he hadn’t heard her at all, his hunger too overwhelming to be controlled.
His mouth moved from her lips to her neck, his teeth grazing her soft skin, while his hands explored her body with feverish need. Each touch felt as if he were marking her as his own.
Sylvia’s knees weakened under the heat of his kisses. Since they had beco a couple, there hadn’t been a single day when Ro hadn’t claid her, pulling her close as though terrified she might slip away.
Ro wasn’t just a passionate lover, he was insatiable. Wild. Obsessed.
And Sylvia, though she had never been this desperate for soone before, couldn’t bring herself to resist. She loved him, every intensity, every ounce of his consuming desire. For that love, she was willing to give him everything, her body, her soul, her entire being.
"Ahhh... Ro..."
Her moan grew louder as his hips pressed harder against hers, his clothed body grinding against her bare skin. She shivered at the contrast, her vulnerability against his dominance.
Her clothes had already slipped away, leaving her completely bare beneath him, while Ro remained half-dressed, his pants and undergarnts pushed low, exposing the hard length of him.
His clothed torso pressed firmly against her naked skin, the heat of his body searing into hers as he moved with a desperate friction that made her tremble and gasp beneath him.
"You’re mine... Sylvia... mine and mine alone..."
His voice ca out like a growl, rough and low, vibrating against her ear. He repeated it again and again, like an oath he was swearing with every breath, words ant to sink into her skin and bind her to him forever.
Sylvia shivered, her fingers curling tightly as she clung to Ro’s shoulders. Her chest rose and fell unevenly, every word he breathed sending a rush of heat spiraling through her body.
Ro pressed closer, his lips brushing against the curve of her neck, his jaw tight, his eyes heavy with a hunger that felt both desperate and unstoppable.
Sweat gathered at his temple, dripping down as his heart thundered out of control.
No one else ever did this to him, no one but Sylvia. She made him feel wild as if just touching her could drive him over the edge.
Her flushed face tilted up toward him, lips trembling and parted in surrender. She looked so breathtaking that Ro’s chest ached with a greedy kind of awe.
He wanted to drown in her. To savor every sound she made, every shiver that rippled through her body.
And more than that, he wanted to claim her, to leave a mark no one else could erase. To make her feel him so deeply that she could never forget who she belonged to.
Sylvia’s breathing quickened, each gasp syncing with the rhythm of his kisses and the press of his body against hers. The tension built, wrapping around them like fire, until her voice broke out in a trembling cry.
"Ahh... Ro... I-I’m c-coming..."
Her body arched toward him, helpless against the rush of sensation tearing through her.
Ro’s jaw clenched, his grip on her hips tightening as he held her in place, fighting the storm that threatened to pull him under with her.
"N-not yet..." he rasped against her skin, his voice rough with restraint.
Every muscle in his body scread with the effort to hold back, to prolong the mont, to make her feel every ounce of his control. His eyes darkened, fierce and determined, as he pressed his forehead to hers.
"Look at ," he whispered, his breath hot against her lips. "I want your eyes on when you break... only ."
Her lashes fluttered, tears of overwhelming pleasure pricking at the corners of her eyes as she tried to obey, her gaze locking with his.
One round would never be enough. Not when it ca to Sylvia.
He wanted to break past every limit, to lose himself in her again and again, like a beast who could only ever be tad by her touch, and yet, at the sa ti, could never be fully satisfied.
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"Sylvia... I still want more..."
Ro’s husky voice was thick with desire as his hand slid over Sylvia’s waist, his fingers itching to explore her again.
Sylvia instantly tapped his hand away, her brows knitting together in exhaustion. They had just spent the entire night tangled up, giving in to his insatiable hunger, yet Ro still wasn’t satisfied.
"Ro, enough. I’m exhausted. My body feels sore all over. What if I can’t even walk to school later?"
Ro couldn’t help but laugh at her complaint. Every passing day, he found himself falling deeper in love with Sylvia’s nagging. She always complained, yet she never truly pushed him away. When it ca to their intimate monts, she always gave in.
"That’s all you’re worried about?" he teased, lips curling into a grin. "Then I’ll just carry you to school if you can’t walk."
Sylvia shot him a fiery glare, smacking his chest with the palm of her hand before pinching him until he winced.
"You’re impossible! You already get your way every night, and now you’re still this shaless? If you keep this up, maybe I should forbid you from kissing whenever you wear out like this."
Ro smirked and leaned closer, his eyes glinting with mischief.
"Pfttt—like you could actually resist . You love my kisses far too much to stop . So don’t pretend you’re doing a favor when you’re the one who always lts in my arms."
Her glare darkened. Sylvia pushed him back and climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. The blanket slipped off, revealing her naked body and his bare, toned fra beneath her.
Ro stilled. His gaze locked onto her, drinking in every inch. He had seen her like this countless tis before, yet sohow it always felt new. No matter how many tis, she never failed to steal his breath away.
His lips curved into a slow grin as his eyes caught the furious blush painting her cheeks. It was as if she had only just realized what she had done.
"Oh?" His voice dropped lower, teasing. "Are you planning to take by force now? Ravish , hmm—ack!"
He grunted when she smacked his chest hard, his body jerking upward from the blow, which only pulled her closer against him.
"You’re hurting , baby," he murmured with a wicked smile, tilting his head to watch her flustered reaction. His gaze lingered on her body before eting her eyes again.
"What’s this? Are you craving again? Or maybe..." He paused, grin widening. "...maybe your body is acting strange because you’re pregnant."
The words slipped out like a joke, but the second he said them, Ro caught the way Sylvia’s body went still. The color drained from her face, her hands frozen against his chest.
"H-hey, what’s wrong, Sylvia? I was just kidding..."
But Sylvia didn’t move, her silence making Ro uneasy.
Ro shifted their positions, rolling her beneath him. He was the one hovering over her now.
The sudden change snapped her out of her frozen state, but the worry in her eyes didn’t fade.
"What are you thinking, hmm?" he pressed, brushing her hair away from her face. "I told you, it was just a joke. Though honestly... it wouldn’t be such a bad thing, would it? If you ever did get pregnant, I’d take full responsibility. I’d—ackk!"
He broke off with a groan when she smacked him hard across the chest. Ro exaggerated a pout, clutching the spot where she had hit him.
"You’re hurting , baby..." he muttered with a playful whine.
But Sylvia’s expression didn’t change. Her lips pressed into a thin line, her brows furrowing with worry.
"It’s not a good joke, Ro. We’re still young. I can’t... I can’t afford to get pregnant now. We’ve only just started this relationship."
Ro’s smile faded. For a mont, silence filled the room before his jaw tightened.
"So what if we’ve only just started?" he said coldly. "If it ca down to it, I’d marry you. Right here, right now. I don’t care how young we are—I’m willing to give you everything you want, everything you need."
Sylvia’s chest tightened. Even hearing those words, her heart ached with doubt. The corners of her lips pulled downward as fear clouded her eyes.
"But Ro... your family..." she whispered, her voice breaking. "They’ll hate for it. Who would accept soone like —a poor girl, an orphan—as part of their family? It’s easy to say all these things now, but when it cos down to reality—"
"Stop."
Ro’s voice cut cold and sharp, silencing her instantly. He pushed himself off her and moved away.
Without another word, he grabbed the blanket and tucked it around her trembling body, covering her from the chill.
He then silently picked up her scattered undergarnts from the floor, one by one, placing them gently on the bed beside her.
"Who cares if my family doesn’t like you? It’s not them you’re going to marry. It’s . And even if we’re still young, I can take responsibility. So don’t.. don’t ever say those words again. In this relationship, the only person you should be thinking about is . Not anyone else."
Ro started pulling on his clothes. Without sparing her another glance, he walked out of Sylvia’s room.
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