"Were you lonely?"
At this question, her breath caught in her throat.
Her spine arched. Her mouth opened. But no words came. Only sound—"Aah—!"
But Damien didn't need the answer in speech.
He felt it in her body. The way her hips shuddered in his grip. The way her pussy clenched around his fingers in frantic pulses. The way her eyes fluttered, lashes wet, cheeks flushed with something deeper than just climax.
Loneliness.
It wasn't something a combat maid was supposed to feel.
They didn't get lonely.
And yet—he could feel it. In the way she came. In the way her hands clutched at him, shaking. In the sob that escaped her lips—not from sadness, but from something far older. Far more starved.
She came apart in his hands.
Completely.
Her voice cracked open as it spilled from her throat. "Aah… aahhhn—!"
