Morning light spilled over Kitty, highlighting the glimmer of sweat on her skin and her tangled hair. To Mori, she was a perfect mess-dirty, raw, and utterly arousing.
Gently, he brushed stray strands from her face, his fingers lingering as he admired her unguarded beauty.
He smiled faintly, his thumb grazing her temple, savoring the rare, unguarded moment. There was something intoxicating about her like this—dirty and messy, yet utterly captivating. She was chaos wrapped in beauty, and he couldn't look away.
Mori kissed her forehead, her soft, broken breaths filling the quiet room. Watching her now, so peaceful and calm, was a stark contrast to the fiery, relentless energy she carried when awake. This side of her—gentle and unguarded—was a rare treasure, and he couldn't help but savor it.
He had even seen her in a naked form, just the thought had aroused him, and she was there sleeping naked beside her, waking up like a first warm ray of sunshine. However, he had restrained himself, her skin was as beautiful as a wax statue.
Mori moved closer, they both had been naked - naked like their desires. Or only his.
Mori had provided her the silky texture of the bed, the food to eat, the cloth to wear, and even the warmth of his own body. He felt not only dominant but superior in every way thinkable. It was not a relationship of love and comfort but dominance and power.
Mori had traced her lips, he observed her cupid's bow, he traced the outline of her lips, she'd escaped some light sleepy breaths.
Mori stirred awake, the early morning light filtering through the curtains. As he shifted beneath the covers, a familiar tension reminded him of the undeniable rhythms of the human body. He was hard and got even harder looking at Kitty's genteel form.
He got up reluctantly from the bed and went for a quick shower leaving Kitty to rest. "You need some time for recovery, my dear.," he thought.
"Recovery time.," he laughed to himself.
Mori was pleased by how she had been all submissive to him and how she'd willingly agreed to give herself to him, Mori picked up his favorite strong lavender-scented shower gel and loofah, scrubbing his body with practiced ease. He reached for his anti-hairfall shampoo, even though his thick, luscious hair remained enviable for his age. He believed in being extra cautious, washing his hair occasionally to keep it silky and healthy. The soothing lavender scent filled the air, a subtle reflection of his refined, meticulous nature.
Mori smirked as he finished his shower, the lavender scent lingering on his skin. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he ran a comb through his hair, maintaining its silky appearance with careful precision. His reflection in the mirror was a reminder of his dominance and control. Draping a silk robe over his shoulders, he stepped out, already plotting his next move with calculated confidence.
Mori picked up a tailored dark suit with a white shirt, black tie, and a long overcoat. His look was sophisticated, reflecting his high status in the Port Mafia, he accessorized with gloves and a pocket watch. Mori wore a red scarf, adding a bold, sophisticated touch to his look.
He took one last glance at the sleeping form of Kitty, he gave a chaste kiss on her lips and said, "will be back tonight.," he whispered, "Be prepared."
Kitty responded with a flinch unconsciously. Mori smirked a little and poked her face gently but careful not to wake her up. "Last night must be tiring, sleep well, dear kitty." He left the room leaving Kitty in peace.