( Serah grinds down on him, no longer simply teasing the tip with her movements, but pressing down until their bodies are slick against one another, every inch of him inside those tight, wet walls as they clench and throb with need. And Serah laughs that warm, musical laugh she does when her heart skips with how precious Noctis is, even when he's saying those words.

She loves how much he loves this, how much he wants her and how much trust there is that they can whisper these things to each other without embarrassment or worry. She can trust that he wants almost anything she does. )

You really like cumming inside me, huh? ( Her words are murmured against the shell of his ear as she slowly rocks her hips up and down his length, pushing her weight against him just a little. ) You know, I like it too. It makes-- ah...-- makes me feel like I belong to you.