---POV Ayame---
“Angel…Sweetie…?” I felt Vil’s hands washing my hair...my body…. Then, a soft towel was wrapped around me, and I ended up back under some blankets. I don’t remember much after the panty wetting scene tonight, but all I know is I feel like I can finally think with a clear head. I can finally say they are all mine and I can finally make an actual choice of whom I want to mark me first. Well, maybe the party is still out on the last bit.
I snuggled into Vil’s chest and a subtle rumble was felt next to my cheek. He was so warm. Was he always this warm? “Angel, I need you to talk to me.” I snuggled in further, not trusting my voice and only wanting to enjoy this moment. “Ayame.” His voice deepened and I knew it was a warning.
I looked up through my lashes. “Yes, sir?” I did
