Chapter 482 | Status: Yours

Chapter 482: 482 | Status: Yours

The milk hit my tongue with that vanilla sweetness I’d memorized by our third session. Warm and rich, carrying something beneath the flavor that felt more like an emotion than a taste—the emotional signature of a girl who sent two thousand dollars home every month and chose me when I was nobody.

The System registered twenty-five points. The number floated in my periphery. I dismissed it. Naomi’s hand tightened in my hair, her hip pressing my thigh, and the sounds she made had shifted from sighs to something with sharper edges.

I slid my free hand down her stomach. Lean muscle from Wave Motion conditioning contracted beneath my palm as I traveled south.

My fingers found the waistband of her skirt. I pulled it down without breaking contact with her breast. Naomi lifted her hips to help. The skirt slid past her thighs and joined the growing pile of clothes on the sand.

Black underwear. Simple regulation issue. The same kind every Obsidian student got in orientation packets. Nothing fancy. Naomi had never performed for me. That was exactly why the graft sang whenever she was close.

I traced my thumb along the waistband where fabric met skin. Naomi’s breathing turned shallow. Her knee bent and fell to the side, opening herself without words because we’d stopped needing those around week four.

My mouth left her breast. I kissed down her sternum, across the gentle curve of her stomach, past her navel where a tiny mole sat that she hated and I found fascinating.

The gold light made her brown skin glow from inside, lit up like the volcanic sand beneath us.

I hooked my fingers into her underwear and pulled down. Naomi lifted again. The fabric slid away. She lay completely bare on the navy towel with black sand and gold light and the sound of an Atlantic ocean that existed only because I’d listened to her talk about home.

Naomi Love. Five-ten. Pink and black hair. Pink eyes. Shell necklace from her mother. Twenty-five hundred a month stipend minus two thousand for the family. B-rank Wave Motion. Silver-tier essence. Ninety-seven percent devotion. Status: Yours.

The woman who chose me when I was two hundred forty pounds and couldn’t find the cafeteria without getting lost six times. Who said yes in a pocket dimension that smelled like a luxury apartment, wearing a sports bra and fear and nothing else. Who carried my unconscious bleeding body out of a collapsing reality on national television and told reporters to fuck off.

I lowered my mouth between her thighs and Naomi’s hand seized my hair. The transition from gentle to desperate took zero seconds.

She tasted like salt and warmth and clean sweetness that had become synonymous with home over the past six weeks.

My tongue found her. She bucked against the towel, her heel digging into wet sand past the blanket’s edge, her free hand gripping the fabric so hard the tendons in her forearm stood out like rope.

I pressed my palms flat against her inner thighs and held them open. Muscle trembled beneath my hands as I worked.

From the pavilion twenty feet up the beach, I heard Belle say something I couldn’t make out. Addison responded with a word that was definitely profane. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Naomi didn’t hear them. She’d gone somewhere else. Her eyes closed, her mouth open, her chest rising and falling in a pattern that matched the waves.

Milk leaked from both nipples in thin white lines that ran down the sides of her breasts and pooled in the hollows above her collarbones. The gold light caught the trails and made them shine.

I increased pressure with my tongue. Naomi’s thighs clamped against my ears. The sound that came out of her was my name pronounced in a way that added syllables I didn’t know existed. Her hips rolled against my mouth in a rhythm she wasn’t controlling, her body running on instinct.

I activated Euphoric Feedback at level six.

The reaction was immediate. Naomi’s entire body went rigid, every muscle from calves to jaw locking at once as the ability amplified what my mouth was already doing and sent the signal through her nervous system at speeds that bypassed normal processing.

Her hand in my hair went from gripping to pulling with genuine strength, the kind of force that reminded me she hauled fishing nets and fired energy blasts that cracked training dummies in half.

"Don’t stop." Her voice dropped an octave. The Carolina accent came out full force when she lost the energy to code-switch. "Jace, don’t you dare stop."

I didn’t stop.

I added Sensory Hijack on touch, layering the amplification over Euphoric Feedback until every point of contact between my mouth and her body carried twice the signal. My tongue pressed flat against her clit. The dual ability stack hit her like a wave over a breakwater.

Naomi screamed.

The sound bounced off the cliff face behind the pavilion and returned changed, mixing with ocean noise until the entire cove vibrated. Her back arched off the towel high enough that only her shoulders and heels touched the ground.

Milk sprayed from both breasts in twin jets that caught the sunset and turned gold before landing on her stomach and the sand. Her thighs clenched around my head with enough pressure that my vision narrowed and my C-rank neck muscles were the only thing preventing a chiropractic emergency.

I held her through it. My hands on her thighs, my mouth where it belonged, riding the wave as she pulsed and shook and said my name three more times at decreasing volumes until she remembered oxygen was necessary.

When she finally went boneless on the towel, her legs falling open and her hands releasing my hair, I kissed her inner thigh once and looked up.

Naomi stared at the golden sky with unfocused pink eyes and a chest heaving with recovery breaths. Milk still leaked from her nipples in slow streams that traced wet paths down her ribs. The shell necklace had shifted sideways. Her hair was ruined, tangled with sand and sweat. She looked destroyed in the most beautiful sense possible.

"That’s one," I said.

Her hand found my face without looking. Her palm pressed my cheek and her thumb dragged across my lower lip, collecting moisture that belonged to her. She brought the thumb to her own mouth and tasted it. Her pink eyes finally focused on mine.

"Come here," she whispered.