Ore No Yubi De Midarero. Crazy Over His Fingers Just The Two Of Us In A Salon After Closing ((full))

“You have no idea,” he murmured, “what these fingers want to do to you.”

Ren smiled then—slow, dangerous, the kind of smile that had no business in a closed salon at midnight. He took Yuki’s right hand in both of his own, turning it over like something precious. Palm up. Fingers splayed. He brought it to his mouth and pressed his lips to the center of Yuki’s palm, right where the lifeline split into three. “You have no idea,” he murmured, “what these

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"I know." Ren’s voice was low, almost a murmur. "But I’m not done."

He wiggled his fingers against her ribs, and she gasped—a laugh, a moan, she didn’t know which. He smiled, wicked and bright.

The salon was draped in shadows, save for the warm glow of a single spotlight over the washing station. Everyone else had gone home, leaving just the two of us in the quiet sanctuary of the shop. I had stayed late for a "treatment," but as his fingers sank into my hair, it became clear this wasn't a standard appointment.