A/N: Some of you do not like these long r-18 slow burn scenes and some do want them, I am talking to web novel to see if they’ll allow to to post the extra scenes on Patreon and only post 3-4 Chapters here.

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Every time he breathed, she felt that long, hard length shift against her, a constant, burning reminder of how big he was and how badly she wanted it.

The lace between her legs was completely drenched now, and she knew he could probably feel it — the wet heat of her pressing back against the underside of his cock even as she tried (and failed) to stay still.

Her fingers curled into the front of his shirt without her permission.

She was trying so hard not to rock forward again, but the feeling of that thick, scorching length resting against her stomach and crotch was making her dizzy. It felt huge. Hot enough to make her skin prickle. Hard enough that she could trace the shape of the head and the heavy ridge along the shaft with nothing but the pressure against her body.

And all she could think about was how it would feel if there were no clothes between them at all.

Her voice came out smaller than she meant it to.

"...Mhmm."

Shadow and light danced over the sheer floral panels, turning her body into a living work of art — every curve, every tremble, every fresh bead of wetness between her thighs illuminated and then hidden again.

At the same time Phei’s fingers found the thin strap of her nightie at her shoulder and began to ease it down. Slowly, sooo slowly she felt every fraction of the fabric’s surrender.

The strap slid over the curve of her shoulder, down her arm, and then it was gone and delicate lace front of the nightie, already so sheer, lost its last fragile anchor on that side.

The material slipped and her one full breast was bared to the golden light and to Phei mainly:

’It is so... perfect.’

Catrina’s boob looked soft and full, the gentle weight of youthfulness, the skin luminous where the striped sunlight kissed it.

The areola was a delicate, flushed pink, already tightening under the cool kiss of air and the heat of his gaze.

As he watched, the nipple drew tighter still, pebbling into a small, erect bud that begged for his mouth, for his tongue, for the kind of attention that would make her forget her own name.

The contrast of that single exposed breast against the still-covered side of her chest was obscene in the most exquisite way — one side hidden, one side offered, the lace pooled just beneath it like an afterthought.

The striped light caught the curve perfectly, one bright band highlighting the soft upper swell, shadow falling just beneath to make the nipple stand out even more.

Catrina’s silent lust burned hotter, Dragon Dominance pulling every hidden layer to the surface. Her free hand clenched the fabric of her nightie at her hip so tightly her knuckles whitened.

Her thighs pressed together, a fresh, visible rush of wetness darkening the front of her panties even more; her breathing had already turned into quiet, shallow pants through parted lips.

Catrina couldn’t look away from Phei’s eyes—

He wasn’t just lusting, he cared he wanted her.

The realization made her eyes sting and her core clench so hard she had to bite her lower lip to keep from crying out. Her exposed nipple tightened further under his gaze alone, and a fresh bead of slickness slipped down the inside of one thigh, catching the light as it fell.

Phei pulled back just enough to look at her. Really look.

And Catrina broke a little more.

"Boss..." Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling with everything she could no longer hold back. "Please... make me yours. Take me. I’m yours — I’ve always been yours since I joined your group. Please..."

Phei’s smile deepened, slow and devastatingly tender.

Still holding her chin, still letting Dragon Dominance wrap around her like the gentlest, most unbreakable cage, he spoke:

"Sit on the bed for me, Cat."

The words were quiet. Gentle...

...And utterly, lovingly absolute.

She obeyed instantly with he legs trembling so badly she nearly stumbled.

The moment her ass touched the edge of the vast white bed, her thighs instinctively pressed together again — a futile attempt to hide how soaked she was and how her body was betraying every silent, desperate need she felt.

Her exposed breast rose and fell rapidly with each shallow breath. The other nipple, still hidden beneath the satin and lace, had tightened into a painful peak that rubbed against the fabric with every tiny movement.

The striped light from the blinds now fell across her in new patterns — one bright band across her bare breast, another across her trembling thighs, turning the damp lace between them into something even more obscene.

Phei followed her. He didn’t sit. He stood over her, tall and golden in the morning light.

His gaze pinned her in place as surely as any rope.

"Spread your legs a little," he murmured, voice warm and velvet-rough. "Let me see you, Cat!"

Her breath caught; and for one heartbeat Catrina hesitated — not from refusal, but from the overwhelming intensity of being seen:

Then her thighs parted, slow and shaky, the movement making the damp lace between them pull tighter, revealing even more of the glistening evidence of her high, silent lust.

For some embarrassing reasons, fresh bead of wetness slipped free and traced a slow, shiny path down the inside of one trembling thigh, catching the striped sunlight as it fell.

Phei’s eyes darkened with satisfaction and something far softer.

He reached out, Goddess Fall Touch humming beneath his skin, and let his fingertips brush the soft inner skin of her thigh — just above the knee, then higher, tracing a path that made her entire body jerk and her hands fist in the sheets.

The addictive pleasure bloomed instantly, radiating upward until her clit throbbed in helpless rhythm with his touch.

She made no sound; she simply bit her lip harder, eyes glassy and wide, chest heaving as she fought to stay quiet while her body screamed for more.

The light played across her spread thighs, highlighting the wet shine on her skin and the way the sheer lace clung to every swollen fold.

"Good girl," he praised, the words sinking into her like warm honey. "Look at you. So wet for your Boss, already. So beautifully honest with your body even when your voice is still learning."

His hand continued its slow journey upward, the Goddess Fall Touch turning every inch into liquid fire.

When his fingers finally brushed over the soaked lace covering her mound — just the lightest, most teasing pressure — Catrina’s back arched without permission.

Her hips lifted toward his hand in a silent, desperate plea as a single tear slipped from the corner of her eye, not from pain but from the sheer overwhelming force of her need.

Phei’s other hand rose to her exposed breast; he cupped it gently at first, then let his thumb — carrying that same addictive touch; circle the tight, erect nipple with devastating patience.

"T-The s-s-sensation is too much, Bosss, Mhhmm~"

Her lust peaked so sharply she had to press both hands over her mouth to keep from crying out. Her thighs trembled violently and another rush of juice soaked through the panties and onto the sheets beneath her.

He leaned down, mouth brushing her ear, voice low and commanding and full of love.

"Eyes on me, Cat. Don’t look away. I want to watch every single thing your body does for me."

She obeyed; glassy eyes locking onto his, tears clinging to her lashes, lips parted around silent, panting breaths.

Her whole body was trembling now — high, desperate, silent lust written in every line of her: the way her hips kept giving tiny, involuntary rocks toward his hand, the way her free nipple strained visibly against the satin and lace, the way fresh slick continued to gather and drip between her spread thighs while the striped morning light painted her in gold and shadow.

Phei smiled against her ear, dark and tender and utterly in control.

"That’s it," he whispered. "Let me see all of it. Every quiet, greedy little reaction. You don’t have to say a word, sweetheart. Your body is already begging so beautifully."

His thumb pressed a little firmer against her soaked lace; the Goddess Fall Touch flared just enough to send a fresh, addictive wave of pleasure crashing through her.

Catrina’s eyes rolled back for half a second before she forced them back to his, a broken, silent sob shaking her shoulders.

Phei’s voice dropped even lower, filled with love and absolute command.

"Lie back for me, Cat. Slowly. Keep your legs open. I’m not finished looking at what’s mine yet."

And as she obeyed — trembling, soaked, eyes never leaving his, the striped light gilding every desperate, beautiful inch of her; his presence and dominance wrapped tighter, the Goddess Fall Touch sang beneath his skin, and Phei knew with dark, satisfied certainty that this girl’s silent, burning lust was about to become the most exquisite music he had ever conducted.