Love and Deepspace | 10 Days With You
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"The sunlight reflected in your eyes is all I need to admire."
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From 05:00 on Sept. 28 to 04:59 on Oct. 16 (Server Time)
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During the event, check in for 10 days to claim the new 4-Star Memory [Sylus: Autumn Eyes], Empyrean Wishes, Diamonds, and more!
[Sylus: Autumn Eyes] will enter Galaxy Explorer in the first update after the event ends. You will be able to obtain the Memory in both Silver Galaxy and Radiant Galaxy.
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Klo beneran mobil dia sekarang terinspo dari Maserati Grecale, seru sih. Soalnya mobil lama dia sedan sport, terinspo dari Audi RS7, nah yang ini SUV, lebih ke family car.
Sudah siap berkeluarga rupanya blio 👀
🔞💭❄️ (based on ⭐️ theme)
“You only took one sip,” I said, eyeing the glass in Zayne’s hand. “Are you sure you’re not secretly avoiding it after what happened with those liquor-filled chocolates?”
“That incident was an exception.”
“Mm-hm.”
To prove his point, he took another sip. “Only because you insist on testing every boundary I set.”
Unlike the last time, there was no visible change in him. His posture remained straight, his voice steady, and his expression composed.
Which was exactly why I decided to push my luck.
“Still steady?”
“Always.”
I held up a length of red satin ribbon, the ends trailing between my fingers. “Prove it. Surgical knot on me. If you’re not tipsy.”
A spark of pride lit his gaze. He took the ribbon without hesitation.
“Sit,” he said.
I sank onto the sofa. Zayne followed, kneeling between my knees. His hands found the hem of my dress and pushed it slowly upward, baring the pale skin of my thighs. He did not look away from my face as he began to work.
“Square knot first,” he murmured, voice low and instructional. “Right over left, left over right. Then the surgeon’s throw–two loops instead of one. It locks under tension.”
His fingers moved with precise grace, but every so often they brushed the sensitive skin of my inner thighs intentionally. I felt the heat climb my neck. He watched the flush bloom across my cheeks, the way my breathing shortened, and continued explaining as if nothing were amiss.
“See how it sits flat? No bulk. Easy to adjust, difficult to slip.”
The ribbon tightened around my thigh, and he finished the final lock with a satisfied tug and sat back on the sofa, still composed though the alcohol was beginning to soften the edges of his usual restraint.
I reached for his half-empty glass, drained what remained, then got the second ribbon. I climbed onto his lap, straddling him, and began to work on his wrists.
“Right over left..” I recited, trying to mirror what I had just watched.
The loops tangled and slipped. I frowned, tried again, and only managed a clumsy, uneven knot that barely held. When I attempted to undo it, the satin only tightened further.
“You’re worse at this than you claimed.”
He flexed his bound hands, the messy knot held just enough.
“Then let me return the favor and untie yours. These hands are occupied, but this mouth isn’t.”
He leaned forward, breath warm against the ribbon on my thigh. “I tied it properly. I know I won’t succeed. But I want to try anyway.”
His lips brushed the satin, then the skin beside it. The alcohol had begun to loosen the control he usually maintained as his movements grew slower, more intentional and lingering. He nosed higher, mouth grazing the soft inner flesh just above the knot, close enough that I felt his head brush against my panties.
Sexual tension coiled tight between us.
I grabbed him by his collar to pull him up and kissed him hard. For a moment, he let me lead even though his wrists were still trapped.
“You’re distracted,” he noted.
“I’m trying to learn.”
“You’re failing.”