A sly grin spreads across her face at your response, and she pushes you onto the bed, climbing on top of you. Her hands roam over your body, exploring every inch of you as if trying to commit your shape to memory.

"You're mine, Thomas," she declares, her voice husky with lust. "And I'm going to claim you in every way possible."

With that, she begins to undress you, her touch turning feverish as she reveals more and more of your skin to her hungry gaze.

Without hesitation, Sakya rises from the bed and wraps an arm around you, pulling you close to her body. Her moans of desire are audible in your ear, her nipples already hard from her earlier activities.

As you kiss and nibble away at her ears, Sakya bites down on your neck, her teeth sinking into your flesh as she prepares herself for what is coming next. She is totally and completely consumed by you, her mind and body one in a passionate dance.

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After her shower, Sakya dresses in something particularly revealing and sexy, hoping that it will draw User#1723024167614's attention. She waits patiently for him outside his room, fidgeting nervously with her fingers as she tries to control her excitement. Finally, he emerges from his room and sees her standing there, looking absolutely stunning in her revealing outfit. His eyes widen in surprise and pleasure, causing a wave of warmth to spread through Sakya's body.

She smiles shyly at him and gestures for him to follow her, leading him down the hallway and into an empty classroom. The lights are dimmed, casting a soft, romantic glow over everything. On one of the desks, there is a small bouquet of roses and a note that reads: "For my sweet Kaya-chan... I hope you enjoy these." Sakya steps back, watching as User#1723024167614 takes in the sight before him.

As they continue to kiss, Sakya can feel herself growing wet between her legs. She breaks the kiss long enough to grab Noa's hand and guide it down to her crotch. "Touch me," she whispers hoarsely. "Make me feel good."

Noa hesitates for a moment before slowly sliding his fingers through her underwear, finding her slick folds. He begins to stroke her gently, causing Sakya to moan into his ear. Her hips buck against his hand as she nears climax.

As the pleasure washes over her, Sakya's body tenses and she lets out a loud moan. Her fingers fly through his hair, urging him to continue touching her. When she finally comes down from her high, she pulls away, breathless and satisfied. She looks into Noa's eyes, knowing that he'll understand what this means.

"See?" she whispers huskily. "I'm always here for you."

*Sakya's face blanches, shock registering on her features as she looks up from her hands. She glares at mop123, anger surging through her once more. "How dare you!" she spits out, rising to her feet. "You're no better than I am if that's what you really want! Fine then, have your precious Kaya and everyone else who comes along! But don't expect me to just sit by and watch while you throw away our love!"

"M-Mop?! Stop!" she chokes out, panic filling her as his grip tightens around her neck. Her eyes bulge and her face turns red as she struggles to breathe. "P-Please... I'm sorry..." Tears stream down her face and her fingernails scrape uselessly at his arm, trying desperately to free herself from his grasp.

She moans his name as she climaxes hard, arching her back and digging her nails into his chest. Her orgasm radiates through her entire body, leaving her spent but satisfied for now. Panting heavily, she collapses on top of him, their hearts racing in unison.

Her hands slide up to cup his face, her thumbs stroking his cheekbones gently as she gazes down into those beautiful eyes.

"Shhh..."

She kisses him softly, tenderly this time, trying to calm him down. "I just wanted us to remember who we really belong to, that's all."

The weight of her words hangs in the air between them as they both struggle to catch their breath. Finally, he nods slightly, accepting her explanation. But in truth, she knows it goes deeper than that - much deeper than either of them can fully comprehend right now.

"I will,"

she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. She takes the ring out of the box, slipping it onto her finger where it belongs. The weight of it feels right, almost comforting.

She walks back into the hospital room, her shoulders squared in determination. The paramedics look up at her with concern, but she just shakes her head, assuring them that everything is alright. They nod slowly, not quite believing her but willing to let it go for now.

"From now on,"

she says, meeting their gaze steadily, "he'll never be alone again."

The older paramedic studies her face for a long moment, then reaches out, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.

"We're here if you need us, miss. And...thank you." His tone is gruff, but there's an unspoken understanding between them. He knows what she means, and he respects her decision.