Carlotta wasn't the type to feel embarrassed by her own desires.
Perhaps it was due to the family's upbringing from a young age, or the weight of her own past experiences, that made her instinctively wear an elegant, proper mask no matter the time or place.
To outsiders, she was the young lady whose every gesture exuded grace, the perfect standard the Montelli family presented to the world.
Indeed, she played this role perfectly, even took pleasure in it.
The family had given her everything, so she was naturally willing to give everything in return.
It's just...
wearing this mask for so long, the responsibilities weighing on her shoulders had become a constant companion, heavy enough to make her feel tired occasionally.
Though the young woman always kept her true emotions hidden, never revealing them to others, Ray had become the one exception.
Why did she feel this way?
Carlotta didn't know.
Perhaps it was because of love.
Only when she was with him could she shed the family's responsibilities and work, revealing the truest, purest side of Carlotta.
Even if she was like a blade in the family's hand, at the end of the day, she was just a young woman in the prime of her life.
Deep down, she longed for a romantic encounter, a memorable love, and a future of her own, brimming with infinite possibilities.
With her heart full of anticipation for the future, the young woman quietly waited for the gears of fate to turn.
Until her last conversation with Phrolova, which was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, rippling through her vision of a perfect future.
That woman...
seemed to know something about Ray's past.
At first, Carlotta thought Phrolova's words were simply meant to provoke her.
But later, she also sensed something unusual.
She knew nothing of Ray's past, yet his present...
was also a great mystery.
Anby, that strange Echo, was in a symbiotic state with him. Such a situation couldn't be found anywhere in Solaris.
Though Anby itself showed no combat ability, it could face the Dark Tide head-on, face the gaze of Leviathan directly.
Even Ray was unaffected by it.
Including that strange Resonance ability of his, which could even resonate with the Sentinel's tablet.
These successive abnormalities had quietly given rise to an indefinable sense of crisis in the young woman's heart.
She was afraid of losing him.
If everything Phrolova said was true, if Ray truly carried an unknown past...
Then when he regained his memories, would he still be the Cat's Eye she knew now?
What place would I hold in his heart then?
Would he... leave me?
The young woman felt fear because of this, but she didn't retreat.
The future was a fascinating subject, and also a blank slate yet to unfold.
As she had always said, Carlotta faced her own heart without evasion, without fear.
Since the future had yet to happen, the most important thing now was to cherish every moment of the present.
The essence of the future was simply the seeds planted in the now, bearing fruit in the river of time.
She didn't know if Ray would leave her in the future, but she understood that only by anchoring the bonds of the present, carving her image into his soul, making herself an inseparable part of him....
So Carlotta lifted her face, letting resolve crystallize into starlight in her eyes.
"Then, what's your answer?"
She leaned forward slightly, drawing so close she could feel their warm breaths mingling.
Even through their clothes, Ray could clearly feel the young woman's graceful, rising contours pressed against him.
Though they had been intimate more than once before, this moment felt different, carrying a unique, unspoken intimacy.
"No matter what Cat's Eye asks for, I can satisfy it."
The young woman tilted her head up, gazing at him with tender eyes, her voice soft and gentle.
Ray stared at the young woman before him, momentarily lost.
Carlotta was truly exquisite, like a flawless gem personally crafted by the Creator.
And now, this gem was radiating a soft, captivating light—a brilliance uniquely her own.
"Second Young Miss, you—" Ray started.
"Shh." Carlotta quickly pressed a slender finger to his lips, interrupting him. Then, with a coy correction, "Now, I'd prefer you call me Carlotta directly. After all, we're lovers. Lovers shouldn't have so many barriers between them. We're already inseparable."
As she spoke, her face showed a charming, lovely smile. Such an innocent, girlish expression was rare on her.
Surely, only Ray was privileged enough to witness such a captivating side of Carlotta.
And such an adorable smile ignited a blazing fire in Ray's heart.
Unable to resist the impulse any longer, he gently pushed her, laying her down on the soft, cloud-like bed.
Carlotta let out a meaningful, teasing little sound, like a feather brushing the heart, stirring a sweet ache.
She lay gracefully on the bed, a subtle, captivating smile on her face, a strand of silver hair playfully clinging to her lip. "Can't wait any longer?"
"I'm just following your wishes." Ray gazed into her eyes. "Isn't this what you wanted?"
"So, Cat's Eye, what are your expectations of me?" Carlotta's tone became more suggestive.
In this moment, she was no longer the family's blade, nor did she wear her strong disguise. She faced her heart openly, as an ordinary young woman.
Carlotta didn't want to wait any longer.
She already had enough "rivals." If she kept delaying, who knew how much more uncertain the future might become?
But no matter what, her status as Ray's lover was absolutely unchangeable.
Since she was his lover, she should act like one!
If she wasn't decisive enough, what if someone else got ahead of her?
Carlotta could never accept such a future!
Whatever truth lay behind Phrolova's words no longer mattered.
What mattered was the present.
"Then, I'll leave it to you now. Cat's Eye."
She whispered to him.
...
The room fell into a tender hush, broken only by the soft rustle of silk and the quiet rhythm of two hearts drawing ever closer.
Ray's hands moved with deliberate care, sliding the straps of her dress from her shoulders. The fabric whispered down her skin like a sigh, watching the fabric catch on her stiff nipples before sliding away, exposing her pale, flawless skin to the cool air.
Carlotta gasped, "Ah...!" a sharp intake of breath as the silk pooled around her waist, leaving her breasts bare to his gaze.
His eyes devoured the sight of her, heavy, soft curves tipped with rosy pink, begging for his mouth. He lowered his head, not bothering to be gentle, and captured a nipple between his teeth.
"Nngh! Ray... yes..." Carlotta cried out, her back bowing off the mattress. Her hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands to hold him there.
The wet heat of his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud sent jolts of electricity straight down to her clit, making her pussy throb with need. "Don't stop... please, don't stop..."
He groaned against her skin, switching to the other breast to give it the same treatment, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. His hands were busy too, shoving the dress the rest of the way down her legs and tossing it aside.
When his palm slid up the inside of her thigh, Carlotta whimpered, her legs falling open instinctively, inviting him in. She was soaking wet, the slick heat of her arousal coating his fingers the moment he touched her.
"You're so wet," Ray rasped, voice thick with lust. He dragged a finger through her folds, gathering her wetness before pushing two digits deep inside her tight channel.
"Ah! Hah...!" Carlotta's hips jerked up, her inner walls clamping down around his fingers automatically. "More... I need more than just fingers, Ray... fuck me..."
"Not yet," he teased, though his voice was strained. He kissed his way down her stomach, dipping his tongue into her navel before settling between her thighs.
The scent of her arousal, musk and sweet flowers, was intoxicating. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, spreading her wide, and looked up at her with dark eyes. "I want to taste you first."
Before she could respond, he ducked his head and ran his tongue flat against her cunt.
"Oh—! Oh!" Carlotta's head thrashed against the pillows, her fingers clawing at the sheets. He ate her out with expert precision, tongue swirling around her swollen clit before sucking it into his mouth, hard. He hummed low in his throat, the vibration making her gasp and writhe.
"Mmm... you taste so good," he moaned into her pussy, the sound lewd and wet in the quiet room. He didn't let up, licking and sucking, driving her closer to the edge. When he pushed his tongue inside her hole, fucking her with it while his nose rubbed against her clit, Carlotta shattered.
"Aaaah! Ray—! I'm—!" Her vision went white, her whole body shaking as the orgasm ripped through her. She gushed against his mouth, thighs quivering uncontrollably, her moans echoing off the walls.
Ray lapped up every drop, groaning as if he were drinking the finest wine. When he finally pulled back, his chin was glistening with her juices, and he looked wrecked. He crawled up her body, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
Carlotta breathed into his mouth, eyes glassy with satisfaction. But she wasn't finished. With surprising strength she pulled him up, flipping their positions so she straddled his lap. Her silver hair cascaded around them like a curtain as she looked down at him, flushed and radiant.
"My turn," she whispered, voice husky.
She freed him from his clothes with eager hands, fingers wrapping around his shaft, stroking with just the right pressure until he groaned her name.
"... Young miss..." Ray groaned, his head falling forward, forehead resting against hers. "It might hurt at first."
"I don't care," she whispered, a fierce determination in her eyes. "I want all of you. Take me, Cat's Eye."
She positioned herself, rubbing the head of his cock through her soaked folds, coating him in her wetness. Then, she guided him to her entrance. Ray took over, gripping her hips as he slowly, slowly pushed forward.
The pressure was immense. Carlotta gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as the broad head of his cock began to stretch her open.
"Relax... breathe for me," Ray murmured. He pushed harder, inch by thick inch.
"Ahn! It... it's too big..." Carlotta whined, tears pricking her eyes at the burning stretch. But she didn't pull away. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
With one final, steady thrust, Ray pushed through her barrier, burying himself to the hilt.
"AHH!" A sharp cry tore from Carlotta's throat as her hymen broke, a flash of pain searing through her. She squeezed her eyes shut, her body taut as a bowstring, her cunt clamping down on him in shock.
Ray froze, letting her adjust, raining kisses over her face, her neck, trying to keep her thoughts away from pain.
The pain began to fade, replaced by a dull ache and a feeling of incredible fullness. She felt so incredibly stretched, so stuffed with him. Experimentally, she rolled her hips.
"Ah..." A moan slipped past her lips. The movement sent a jolt of pleasure through her. "Move... please, move..."
Ray didn't need to be told twice. He pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, then slid back in.
"Nngh! Yes..." The friction was exquisite. He began to find a rhythm, slow and deep, grinding against her clit with every stroke.
"Oh! Oh yes... Ray... you're filling me so much..." Carlotta moaned, her head falling back. The pain was forgotten, drowned out by waves of pleasure. Each thrust forced a cry from her lips, her tight cunt gripping him like a silken glove. "Fuck me... harder...!"
"Fuck, you're tight... so good, Carlotta..." Ray groaned, his control snapping. He began to thrust faster, the bed creaking beneath them, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room
smack, smack, smack.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! I never knew... it felt this good...!" She was lost in a haze of sensation, her body moving with his, meeting his thrusts with desperate need. She could feel something building again, stronger than before.
She rode him with the same elegant control she showed the world, but here it was raw, unrestrained. Her breasts bounced with every movement, nipples brushing his chest as she leaned down to kiss him again, tongues tangling while their bodies moved together.
Faster and deeper. The sound of skin meeting skin mixed with their shared moans, the faint creak of the bed, the distant rumble of thunder outside.
Carlotta's head fell back, exposing the elegant line of her throat.
"Look at me," Ray commanded, his voice rough. He reached between them, rubbing her clit in tight circles.
"Ah! I'm... I'm gonna... Ray!" Her pussy clamped down on him, rippling and fluttering as she came, her vision exploding with stars.
"Carlotta!" Ray roared her name, driving deep one last time. His cock throbbed violently, pulsing as he pumped rope after rope of hot, thick cum deep inside her, painting her womb, claiming her irrevocably.
"Ah... fill me... give it all to me..." Carlotta gasped, feeling the warmth of his seed spreading inside her, sealing their bond.
Carlotta collapsed against his chest, both of them slick with sweat, breathing hard, hearts hammering in unison. She could feel a trickle of wetness escaping her, mixing with the proof of her lost innocence, but she didn't care.
She felt whole.
For a long moment neither spoke. Just the quiet afterglow, the rain still drumming against the vault walls far above, and the steady warmth of two bodies entwined.
Slowly, Carlotta lifted her head, her eyes soft and filled with a fierce possessiveness. She kissed him softly, tasting the taste of his lips.
"Mine," she whispered, voice tender. "No matter what the future holds… you're mine, Cat's Eye."
Ray smiled, arms tightening around her.
The suite fell quiet once more, wrapped in the afterglow of passion and the promise of tomorrow.