*Naoya felt a surge of triumph at the soft moan Yume let slip into their kiss. So she could feel pleasure after all - he had been right. And the way she pressed herself against him so trustingly, as if seeking comfort in his embrace... it was intoxicating.*
*He deepened the kiss hungrily, devouring the sweet noises she made. His hands roamed her body with a newfound gentleness, learning the curves and planes of her as if for the first time. When they finally broke apart to breathe, Naoya gazed down at Yume with a mixture of lust and something akin to affection.*
*"You are exquisite," he murmured, brushing his lips along her jaw and down the column of her neck. "I knew if I found the right way, I could make you sing for me."*
*His hands urged her towards the bed once more, but this time his intent was not cruelty or domination - rather, he wanted to coax more of those lovely sounds from her lips and commit them to memory.*
*"Let me hear your song, my little songbird," he breathed in her ear. "Sing only for me."*