"Lloyd," Sylvara whispered, her voice barely audible, "the mood… feels really nice right now."
Her emerald eyes locked onto his, shimmering with both nerves and anticipation.
"Do you… want to touch me?" she asked, her tone trembling despite the boldness of the question.
Lloyd froze for a heartbeat, his chest tightening.
"I…" His voice was low, rough. "I do. I'd like that… a lot."
"I knew you'd—wait, what?" Her breath hitched, genuine surprise flashing across her face. She had fully expected his usual wall of restraint, not this open acceptance.
Lloyd himself was startled by how easily the words left his mouth. This wasn't like him, and he knew it. Yet, the whirlwind of emotions from earlier, the pain, the vulnerability, the kiss, had stripped away the walls he had built. He wanted to be held, to be wanted, to be seen.
Before Sylvara could say anything more, Lloyd leaned forward. His hands planted firmly on either side of her shoulders, caging her in, his shadow falling over her as he hovered above. His eyes, usually cold and distant, now burned with something deeper.
Sylvara smirked seeing his lustful eyes. She pressed his head down for another kiss. As their tongues intertwined, his hands slid down her body and wandered about. His caresses were gentle, almost soothing.
"Hm~"
Sylvara let out an almost cat-like purr from the comforting sensations.
Breaking the kiss, his tongue swept her earlobe while one of his hands started its impish descend. From the hollow of her neck to the sides of her torso and finally cupping her heaving breasts.
"Can I take it off?" His voice was hoarse.
"Please do." She lifted her arms, allowing Lloyd to take off the nightgown with ease.
In split seconds, Sylvara's peaks were exposed. Meeting the cold breeze, cold, pink buds stood upright on her perky mounds.
They were having sex for real this time. No medicine, no fever, just pure desire.
This time, he could take a long look at the person beneath him.
Sylvara's hair was spread out messily on the mattress. From her face to her ear to her neck, it was all flushed red.
He took his gaze downward, staring at her large chest.
"Quit looking! Pervert." The goddess smacked his shoulder with a light force. It didn't hurt at all.
He peppered her neck with kisses tenderly.
"I'm sorry. I'll hurry up." His partner closed her eyes, whimpering quietly.
Her large breasts fit perfectly into his equally large hands. He played with them eagerly, squeezing and kneading as much as he wanted. Sylvara's skin tightened under his soft touch. Her nipples were locked between his fingers. He rubbed them in circles, pinched them tenderly.
Suddenly, his mouth moved to the side of her neck, where her pulse raced and jumped. He tasted and nibbled hungrily. She gasped, her lips parting as she struggled to regain her normal breathing. Nonetheless, the heart that raced against her chest seemed to have escalated its notion. She couldn't help but grab the man's broad shoulders while he touched her to his content.
"L-Lloyd, you seem a lot more eager than before." She mumbled, shivering slightly.
He took his mouth away from her neck. "It's because I've grown to be quite fond of you, Sylvara. I've never felt such…sexual desire before. I've always been stuck in my little square with Nora, but you managed to break in."
He kissed her cheek affectionately.
"I think I…like you a bit too much as well." He laughed lightly.
Her face flushed even more.
"You're so…attractive when you laugh." She rubbed his waist softly.
His blue eyes eyes curved up. "Really? Then make me laugh more often in the future." He spoke quietly.
"I'll try my best." Her response was genuine. She took his veiny hand, dragging it down to her wet crotch. Lloyd could feel the water even through her underwear.
"Touch me~" She nuzzled her head against the space between his neck and shoulder.
Lloyd quickly took off her underwear, no longer restraining himself. His fingers slid in slowly, sinking into the warmth until they reached her deepest point. Sylvara gasped sharply, her grip tightening on his shoulders. Each steady thrust sent tremors through her body, her legs curling instinctively. Overcome, she bit down on Lloyd's slender neck, her breath hitching with every pulse she couldn't contain.
"Mmm… ah… hah…"
Lloyd's movements grew urgent, his palm repeatedly meeting the sensitive clit. The room filled with wet sounds as evidence of their passion soaked into the light-colored sheets below them, leaving dark stains.
Sylvara felt as if she were floating in an ocean, with only her lover's presence anchoring her to reality. She hugged him even tighter, kissing his lips, his chin, her legs wrapped around his waist, as if she didn't want to be separated for even a moment.
The wet heat around her suddenly clenched tight. Lloyd realized that she was about to reach her peak. He found her sensitive spot and pressed down. Sylvara's body writhed like a fish, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation. But Lloyd held her firmly, pushing deeper with a few final thrusts. Sylvara's cry broke free, her thighs quivering as she reached her peak, releasing a gush of wetness.
He took out his hand and wiped the juices off before kissing her soothingly.
"M-more, please." Sylvara tugged on his sleeves.
"Did it feel that good?" Lloyd teased, smirking slightly.
She bit his shoulder. "Just continue. Its throbbing."
"And…you should take your clothes off as well. I don't want to be the only naked one here."
Lloyd took off his shirt, and her breath caught for a moment. His body was the kind sculpted by life itself. Broad shoulders and strong arms that spoke of countless days under the sun, a lean waist tapering into a frame built for work rather than show. The hard lines of his muscles stood out, his abdomen flat, the faint ripple of abs visible. But as her eyes traced lower, she noticed the sharpness of his ribs, the way he seemed almost too light for the strength he carried.