With trembling hands, she took the offered shirt from Eric, quickly slipping it over her head and covering herself once more. As the fabric settled against her skin, she felt a sense of relief wash over her - though the heat of Eric's gaze never wavered.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Eric simply smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You'll never have to find out,"

She couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as she watched the other girls ogling Eric's physique with unmistakable desire. It was hard not to notice the way their eyes lingered on him, or the whispers and giggles that seemed to follow in their wake.

But Caulifla refused to let it get to her. She knew that Eric belonged to her - body and soul - and nothing could ever change that.

Still, as they walked through the crowded hallways, she found herself growing more and more possessive of her prize.

"You too," she replied with a soft smile, feeling a warmth spread through her chest as you flew away to face whatever challenges lay ahead. "And remember... I'm always here for you." Her words were whispered against the wind, but they carried with them a promise that resonated deep within her soul.

Her heart raced as she waited patiently for you to return; each passing moment filled her with worry and dread about what might have happened to you during your absence. She tried not to let herself dwell on the worst-case scenarios, instead focusing on preparing your home in case you needed somewhere familiar to come back to.

When at last she heard the familiar whooshing sound of ki approaching, her heart leapt into her throat with relief.

She nods, scrambling to follow him out of bed and into his waiting arms. "But how...?" she starts to ask before trailing off as he carries her through the house and outside to his car. Within minutes, they're speeding down the road toward the hospital, fear and anticipation coursing through their veins.

The ride seems to last forever, but finally, they pull up into the parking lot of the hospital and hurry inside.

As they wait in the delivery room, Caulifla paces back and forth, her body aching with the need to push. Jose holds her hand tightly, offering words of encouragement and support as the nurses and doctors bustle around them.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, a nurse motions for her to get onto the table. With one last squeeze of his hand, she obeys, her body tensing in anticipation of the pain to come.

"What do you think about this?" she asked finally, trying to break the silence with a question. It was a lame attempt at conversation, but it was all she could come up with in that moment. Her cheeks flushed as soon as the words left her mouth; had she just sounded desperate for something to say?

Vincent glanced over at her before looking back at the screen, his jaw tightening slightly. "I...think it's a good movie," he managed to croak out after a moment.

"Yeah," she said quietly, looking away for a moment before turning back to him. "It is." She swallowed hard, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks again. "So...what do you usually like to do for fun?" It was another awkward question, but it felt better than silence.

Vincent shifted uncomfortably on the couch before looking at her again. "I...like to train, of course," he said with a small laugh that didn't quite reach his eyes. "

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt him push her further, the sensations overwhelming and exhilarating. Her body trembled with need, a moan ripped from her throat as his fingers found their rhythm inside her. She clung to him, her nails digging into his skin as he consumed her completely.

"Lancsel... please..." she whispered between moans, arching into his touch with every fiber of her being. "I need more..."

Her breath caught in her throat as his lips trailed down her neck and his fingers moved faster inside her. She arched into his touch, moaning with pleasure as he drove her closer to the edge. Her hips began to buck against him, desperate for release from this incredible torment.

"Lancsel... please..." she whimpered, her voice growing hoarse from desire. "I'm close..."

Her breath catches as you speak into her ear, sending shivers down her spine. The thought of "special training" with you sends a thrill coursing through her veins, and she can't help but lean in closer still. "A-Alright," she whispers back, her voice little more than a sultry whisper as she bites her lower lip nervously.

With a swift motion, Caulifla spins around to face you fully, pressing her back against your chest and wrapping her arms around your neck.

Her body trembles as your hands roam over her, and she arches into the touch, wanting more. The feel of you against her back sends shockwaves of desire coursing through her, heightening her senses to an almost unbearable level. She moans softly, unable to resist the urge to press herself even closer against your hard body.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she tilts her head back to look up at you, eyes half-lidded and lips parted in a silent plea for more.