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Before she could process another thought, he moved.

Fast. Effortless. One moment, she was standing there, questioning, analysing.

The next, his hands were on her waist—firm, possessive.

And then—she was against the railing.Her breath caught.

The cold metal pressed against her front, a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from behind her.

The city stretched before her, flames flickering in the distance, the echoes of chaos filling the night.

But all of it faded into the background.

Because his hand was still on her waist.

And more than that—She felt it.

The unmistakable pressure against her ass.

Solid. Intentional. Unapologetic.

A slow, creeping heat pooled low in her stomach, a treacherous reminder of just how easily her body remembered him.And the sharp realization that, once again, she had no control.

Her fingers twitched against the railing, tension coiling in her muscles.

She should move, say something, do anything to reassert some sense of control.

But his grip was firm, his presence overwhelming, and the heat of him against her back was enough to make her thoughts blur at the edges.

She swallowed, forcing herself to steady her breath."This…" Her voice was lower than she intended, almost uncertain. "What exactly are you doing?"

Despite this not being the first time he had her like this.

Despite knowing exactly how it would go.

Orochimaru chuckled, a deep, amused sound that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Something wrong, Yuriko?" he murmured, his fingers pressing just slightly into her waist. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to remind her he was there. That he was always in control.

He shifted slightly, the movement sending a jolt of awareness through her.He moved with the same effortless grace as always, fingers sliding over the edge of her kimono. A slight tug, and the fabric slipped from her shoulders, cascading down her arms in a whisper of silk until it pooled at her feet.

Now, she stood there in nothing but her undergarments, the night air cool against her exposed skin.

She barely had time to process before his hand slid over her back, deft fingers finding the clasp of her bra. With a practiced ease, the restraint vanished, fabric loosening as cool air ghosted over her skin.Her breath hitched.

Then his hand moved—slow, deliberate—until her breast filled his palm, fingers kneading, testing her reaction.

A sharp inhale escaped her lips.

Orochimaru chuckled against her ear, low and knowing. "You're awfully quiet, Yuriko."His grip tightened just slightly, the contrast between the firm hold and the slow, teasing movements sending a shiver through her.

His other handd went down, between her thighs, rubbing upon her thongs.

The heat of his touch ignited a spark of desire within her, and she gasped softly, feeling both vulnerable and exhilarated under his attention.

"Is this what you wanted?" he whispered, his voice dripping with seduction as he continued to explore her body.

"Tell me," he whispered, his voice like silk and poison, "isn't this why you came?"

As he spoke, his fingers found her nipple, pinching just as his other hand drifted lower. A gasp left her lips as he brushed against her through the thin lace of her thong.

With deliberate ease, he brought his fingers back up—showing her the damp evidence against the pale moonlight.

The smirk in his voice was unmistakable.

"You already knew what would happen," he murmured. "Didn't you?"

Hmmm, a soft, unintentional sound slipped past her lips before she could stop it.

Yes, she had assumed this would happen, yet she still came.

Because after years of emptiness, she couldn't bear to stay away from this feeling—

unable, or perhaps unwilling, to resist.

And Orochimaru understood that all too well.

"Tell me what you need," his voice was a quiet command, smooth and unhurried.

"Say it."

"Say what you want."

Her breath hitched as his voice curled around her like a silk thread, smooth, commanding.

"Tell me what you need," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "Say it."

The warmth of his body pressed against hers, the heat of his touch trailing over her skin in slow, deliberate motions. Every whisper, every shift of his fingers sent a shiver down her spine.

She swallowed, her body betraying her before the words even formed.

"I…" Her voice wavered, unsteady.

Orochimaru smirked against her neck, waiting.

A moment of silence stretched between them, charged and unbearable.

Finally, in a breathy whisper, she admitted the truth. "I need you."

Orochimaru's smirk deepened as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. He bit down lightly on her earlobe before soothing the spot with his tongue, the slow pull of his lips sending a shiver down her spine.

"You came all this way," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "Say it properly."

You want me to fuck you.

You want me to fill your hole.

"I…" The word barely left her lips before a sharp gasp cut it short.