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The night air was crisp when they stepped out of the restaurant but Goro barely noticed. His mind was on her.
On the way the city lights reflected off her skin, on the smirk playing at her lips, on the way her dress clung to every curve, reminding him just how lucky he was these days.
So, when they crossed the street, when they neared their building, his hand found her hip like it belonged there. His fingers curled into her dress, gripping possessively, his thumb stroking slow circles against the fabric.
V chuckled, low and teasing. "Hands on me already, samurai?"
He didn’t answer. Didn’t need to. Just squeezed her hip harder, letting her feel the heat simmering just beneath his composure.
By the time they stepped into the elevator, his restraint was wearing thin.
The doors slid closed, locking them in a space too quiet, too small, too intimate. The scent of her perfume lingered in the air. Something dark and sweet, something that made his blood hum.
Then she shifted beside him, weight leaning ever so slightly into his side and that was it.
His hand dropped from her hip to her ass, fingers sinking in deep, gripping without shame.
V let out a surprised breath, turning to him with raised brows and that wicked grin he loved so much. "Looks like someone had a little too much wine, huh?"
His lips parted but before he could speak Valerie stepped closer, pressing against him just enough to tease.
Her eyes? They said she didn’t mind what was happening one bit.
It took no effort at all to press her body even closer against his and kiss her senseless.
The elevator ride felt like eternity. His grip stayed firm, body thrumming with need, possessive hunger coiling in his stomach.
By the time they stumbled into their bedroom, leaving behind them a trail of her dress and underwear and his shirt, he was done waiting.
Goro had never considered himself a man of indulgence. He had been a man of restraint once. A man of control, of measured actions, of discipline forged through years of service. This discipline had been carved into his very being, each command followed without hesitation, each action weighed with purpose. He was steel. Unyielding and restrained. But when it came to Valerie all of that discipline shattered.
She was flushed, her skin warm under his touch, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths as he traced slow, deliberate patterns down her stomach. Stretched out before him on their bed, bare save for the dim neon glow of Night City filtering through the blinds. The cool blue light kissed her skin, casting long, tempting shadows over every inch of her, making him feel like he was seeing her for the first time all over again.
And god, was she beautiful.
He had no words for the way his chest tightened just from looking at her. The raw, primal adoration that coiled in his gut. She was divine. Soft and strong. Delicate and dangerous. His. Every inch of her was perfect, not in the fake, manufactured way the “celebrities” in this city presented themselves but real, visceral, alive beneath his hands.
Goro traced his fingers over her thighs, dragging them slow, feeling the way her plush skin yielded under his touch. The contrast between the calluses on his fingers and the softness of her flesh made his breath hitch. He pressed harder, digging his fingers in just enough to watch the way her skin dimpled beneath his grip, the way her muscles tensed for him.
His hands were rough, hardened by years of wielding a blade, of pulling a trigger, of carving paths through blood and war. They should not belong on something so soft. But she let him. She let him hold her, love her and she never shied away from his past.
"Goro," she hummed, her voice lazy, relaxed. Her lips curled into a knowing smirk but her eyes, half-lidded, dark with heat, betrayed her. She wanted him as much as he yearned for her.
He exhaled sharply, his fingers flexing, unable to stop himself from gripping, kneading, worshipping. Her thighs were his weakness, the kind of sinful indulgence that threatened to undo every ounce of his control. His hands roamed, gripping the thick flesh where her hips curved, dragging her closer, molding her to him like she was made by some divine power to fit against him, a perfect match.
"Do you know what you do to me?" he muttered, almost to himself, voice thick with reverence. He kneaded the soft swell of her ass, his fingers digging in deep, starving to memorize every inch, every give of her flesh under his palms.
She arched into his touch, a soft gasp slipping past her lips. The sound sent a shiver down his spine, something possessive and heady surging inside him. He was drunk on her.
"You make me lose all common sense." His voice was rough, barely more than a growl against her skin. “Rationality melts away in your presence.”
It’s like he couldn’t help himself but indulge in her.
It wasn’t just about lust, though that burned through him like a wildfire. It was the sheer reverence of having her like this. Of being the one she allowed this close, the one she trusted with her pleasure. It made something raw, something almost desperate claw at his chest.
Goro smoothed his hands over her thighs again, tracing the outer curves before gripping hard, his thumbs pressing into the soft give of her flesh. He loved how she felt under his hands. Lush, real, his.
"Your body," he murmured, dragging his lips along the curve of her hip, his fingers kneading the soft flesh of her thighs. "I could spend eternity learning it. Worshipping it."
V let out a breathy laugh, half-pleased, half-mocking. "That’s a long-ass time, Takamura. Are you planning to take breaks or is this a full-time commitment?"
Goro huffed a low chuckle against her skin. "You doubt my dedication?" His hands slid higher, squeezing the plush curve of her ass, gripping just hard enough to make her gasp.
"I don’t know," she teased, her fingers threading into his hair, tugging playfully. "If you’re looking for a performance review, I’d say you still have plenty to prove."
He opened his mouth to tell her exactly how he was going to prove it to her but the way she smiled at him, so maddeningly brilliant, distracted him.
V was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Not just for the sharp cut of her jaw, the confidence in her stance or the merciless glint in her eyes when she took charge but for the way she melted under him. For the way her skin burned under his touch, the way she sighed when he pressed against her, the way her body fit against his hands like it was meant to be there. For so long, he had believed feelings like this existed only in dreams or the pages of a story.
And yet now she was his to take. Whenever he wanted, however he wanted as she kept saying. The thought alone sent fire through his veins.
He needed her closer. Always closer.
He dragged her hips to him, his fingers tightening, digging into the perfect flesh of her ass. He groaned at the feel of her, at the way she reacted, the way she pushed into him, letting him touch, letting him take.
"I will never have enough of you." His voice was almost rough with the weight of his adoration.
Oh the sounds she made for him. That quiet, helpless gasp that punched the air from her lungs. The way her body tensed for half a second, her fingers tightening in the sheets, before she arched into him, chasing his touch.
V moaned, low and pleased, her lips trembling as she whispered. " Aishiteru ."
His breath stuttered. His pulse roared in his ears, drowning out everything that wasn’t her. The hum of the city outside, the distant buzz of advertisements, the low whir of the ceiling fan. None of it existed. Only her. Only this.
He pressed his lips against the column of her throat and slowly trailed light kisses lower and lower until he found his prize. He gently kissed one breast, placed his hand on the other one and pressed his thumb against her nipple.
"Goro" Her voice was breathless, breaking on his name and he swore he could feel the sound of it sinking into his skin.
He groaned low, his fingers tightening their grip, his other hand roaming, memorizing, needing. His palms slid over the swell of her thighs, squeezing, his thumbs pressing into the plush flesh there and then higher, greedy for more. He couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop.
She shuddered under him, hips tilting up as if demanding more and Goro nearly lost his mind.
Look at her.
The way she moved, desperate for him to finally touch her where she needed him most. He had seen her fierce. He had seen her deadly, powerful, commanding. But this? This was something else. This was for him alone.
"Beautiful," he said, voice thick, slurred, like a man half-drunk. And he was. Drunk on her.
She let out a choked laugh but it cut off into a moan as he pressed his mouth against the curve of her hip next, teeth scraping, tongue soothing. The sound shot straight through him, setting every nerve on fire.
"Again," he rasped. He needed more. More of those sounds. More of her coming apart under his hands.
V’s breath hitched as he gripped harder, his fingers digging into her hips. She arched again, back curving, pressing into him and Goro swore his vision blurred at the edges.
How could a man survive this? How could he endure the way she sighed, moaned, trembled beneath him and not be undone? Not be consumed?
"You will be the death of me," he groaned, his forehead pressing low against her stomach, just centimeters from where she was so wet for him, needing to feel more of her, needing to feel her shake with pleasure.
V whimpered, her nails dragging through his hair and he swore he could die like this, right here, lost in the feel of her. Then she pushed him lower.
And Goro stopped thinking entirely.
The world was gone. Night City was gone. There would be no missions, no obligations, no loyalty except to this. To her.
Just the taste of her, the sound of her, the way she surrendered everything to him…
…and the way he drowned in it.
Tongue deep between her folds, hands gripping her hips like he’d die if she moved away. Her taste was on his lips, on his tongue and still it wasn't enough. He needed more, needed to bury himself deeper, to drink her in until she shook apart against his mouth.
V gasped above him, her fingers tightening in his hair, tugging, grounding herself as his tongue flicked against her just right.
He groaned, the sound vibrating through her, his own arousal pulsing painfully against his zipper. He was so hard it hurt.
"Goro, fuck!" she gasped, back arching, thighs trembling under his touch.
He growled against her skin, pulling her closer, drowning himself in her.
Valerie’s body tensed, a sharp gasp tearing from her lips, her thighs squeezing around his head as she came apart for him.
Beautiful.
He should have been satisfied. Should have pulled back, given her a moment to recover.
But he couldn’t.
His hands slid up to her waist, fingers flexing as he lifted his head, breathing hard, wrecked, completely ruined by her.
"I need you." he rasped, voice shaking, his body demanding, pleading.
V barely had time to catch her breath before he crawled between her opened legs, hands greedily shoving his pants down with frantic, clumsy movements.
"I need you," he repeated, rubbing himself against her slick heat, nearly losing his mind at how wet she was. "Need to be inside you."
God help him, he could never get enough.
Goro had tried to be patient. Had tried to be measured. But how could he, when she was like this?
Soft, warm, perfect beneath him, his hands buried in the plush of her thighs. He could already see bruises blooming underneath them.
His grip tightened, pressing into the curves that drove him to the edge of madness. He watched, slowly pushing his length into her, rapt as her lips parted, as she gasped his name, as her nails raked down his back and it was like something inside him snapped all over again.
Her head tipped back, lips parting, pleasure flickering across her face. It mesmerized him.
His hands flexed, gripping her harder, dragging her down against him, letting her feel just how deep he was buried inside her.
"You feel so good," he murmured, feverish. "Made for me."
Her breath hitched and he felt the way her body responded, the way she clenched around him.
He groaned, barely restraining himself from slamming into her harder, from chasing the friction, the heat, the feel of her surrounding him, pulling him deeper into something he never wanted to escape.
Oh, he was obsessed.
How could he not be? How could he not lose his mind every time she let him touch, taste, claim? Every time she arched into his hands like she was made for them, a perfect match for both his lust and love. Did she know how much it drove him insane?
"Valerie," he muttered, voice rough, desperate. "I love you."
She let out a breathy laugh, pressing a hand to his jaw, forcing him to look at her, forcing him to see the affection in her eyes as she smiled, all sweetness and need. "I love you too Goro."
"Say my name like that again," he rasped, voice thick with want, his grip tightening on the flesh of her ass, molding it to his hands like he couldn’t bear to let go. "Say it like you need me."
She whimpered, breath hitching and he groaned, feeling that sound like a jolt of electricity straight to his spine.
"You do," he muttered feverishly, half talking to himself, half to her. "You need me like I need you. Tell me."
He was burning for her, burning with her, his mouth dragging across her throat, her shoulder, her lips as if trying to devour everything she had to give.
"Tell me." he demanded, his thrusts turning rougher.
"Goro, I need you," she begged. “Please, please I need you.”
And that did it. He kissed her hard, deep, desperate, because there were no words to explain what she did to him.
Goro snapped his hips forward, relentless. He knew he was gripping her too hard, too tight but neither of them cared. His fingers flexed, his thumbs pressing bruises into the softness of her waist.
He knew they’d be there tomorrow. Dark, blooming reminders of how he took her tonight.
The thought made him thrust harder.
He growled, teeth scraping the curve of her shoulder, biting just enough to make her shudder. "Look at you." His voice was gravel, thick with hunger.
"Taking me so well." He grabbed fistfull of her ass, leaving his handprints on her flesh.
V gasped, her head tipping back, breasts heaving as he watched, mesmerized, addicted.
"You love it, don’t you?" His breath was hot against her ear, hips never slowing, never relenting.
She clenched around him, chanting his name like a prayer.
He groaned, slamming into her harder, dragging another helpless moan from her throat.
He loved leaving his mark on her, loved seeing his fingerprints on her skin the next day. Knowing that when she woke up, sore, aching, perfect, she would press into those bruises, awakening the flame between them all over again.
That thought alone nearly pushed him over the edge.
"Oh, Valerie" His forehead pressed against hers, his breath ragged. Every squeeze of her body around him pushed him closer and closer to the brink. "You drive me to madness."
Her breath came in soft, uneven gasps, her fingers gripping his shoulders as she rocked back against him chasing her pleasure.
"Please Goro, please," she begged, voice wrecked.
With a ragged groan, he buried himself in her to the hilt, as deep as he could go, as deep as she’d take him. She screamed his name, her body tightening, pulsing, gripping him like she never wanted to let go and he lost it.
The heat, the pressure, the way she milked every last drop out of him, pulling him deeper, harder, keeping him buried inside her. It was too much, too good.
His vision blurred, the world turning into a haze of heat and sweat and the sound of their bodies colliding.
He should have stopped. Should have been done.
But his hips had a mind of their own, still pushing, still grinding sloppily into her, his cock sensitive, overstimulated, twitching with every squeeze of her walls.
"Goro!" she gasped, breathless, hoarse, ruined.
So was he.
"I…" he tried but words wouldn’t come.
Only the sound of his own helpless moan, the slick slide of his cock still pressing into her, shoving the mess he made deeper. His body shuddered violently, muscles twitching, nerves on fire but still, still, he couldn’t stop pressing into her, chasing the aftershocks, dragging it out until he was trembling.
Until he was left utterly spent, ruined.
And when it was finally over, when his body had no more to give, when the storm inside him settled into something slow and warm and heady, he collapsed against her. He buried his face in the dip between her throat and shoulder, breathing her in, his skin fever-hot, his pulse erratic. Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer as if they weren’t already as close as humanly possible.
But it still wasn’t enough. Even now, even when he was completely wrung out, he still needed to touch her, to feel her, to remind himself she was real, that she was his.
He smoothed his palms over the curve of her ass, tracing the marks he had left. The bruises were proof that she had been his tonight, that she was always his. He kneaded gently, sighing as he felt the give of her skin, the way she fit against him like she belonged there.
"You're insatiable," she mumbled sleepily, pressing a lazy kiss into his hair.
His lips twitched, satisfaction curling in his chest.
"It is your fault," he murmured, his voice low, amused. "With a woman as mesmerizing as you, even the strongest soldier would falter."
V chuckled softly against his skin. "Flatterer."
His fingers skimmed higher barely brushing her swollen heat, just enough to make her legs twitch and her breath hitch.
She swatted at his chest half-laughing, half-exasperated.
"Goro you know perfectly well that we have a gig tomorrow. I actually need my legs to function, you know."
He sighed, as if this was a great injustice but finally relented, withdrawing his hand.
Instead, he took hers.
His fingers laced with hers, strong and sure, their hands tangling together like it was second nature.
V blinked, looking down at their joined hands, then back up at him with a smile.
"Wow. What a gentleman," she teased, giving his fingers a little squeeze.
Goro huffed, rolling his eyes but the soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips betrayed him. Without a word, he brought her hand to his mouth, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to her knuckles. His lips lingered, his breath warm against her skin, before he turned her hand over and brushed another kiss against her wrist.
Valerie watched him, eyes soft, half-lidded with exhaustion but still filled with something else, something he knew only she could ever give him.
He shifted, pulling her against his chest as he settled back into the pillows. V let out a contented sigh as she nuzzled into his shoulder, fingers still tangled with his, their bodies fitting together in the way that felt most natural. She lifted her head slightly, enough to press a soft, lazy kiss against his jaw.
He smiled, eyes fluttering closed, his arms tightening around her.
Because she was his greatest indulgence.
And he would never deny himself again.