[ Misjudged. It might have been softly spoken, but Basch might as well have shouted those thoughts into her face, for how hard those words land. How correct he is resounds through her, and were she not already well on her way to coming undone from all the bliss building through her, she might have had to stop everything just to boggle at how perfectly that word fits. Misjudged is all Nami's ever been, and, in truth, she's had to count on that fact to survive for a long time.

Instead of reeling in surprise, it's the wave of affection that comes on after being so clearly seen and understood that Nami's left to delight and revel in – that and hot and sweet it feels as they both topple over that edge together.

The tremble hasn't fully left her muscles, the insides of her thighs twitching gently as they stay possessively wrapped around his hips, keeping his cock drawn deep inside her as she relishes the slick heat of their shared release. ]

You're right. I'm very careful– [ Nami answers finally, a gravely purr lingering at the edges of those softly spoken words as heavy-lidded eyes remain trained on his face, watching him through her lashes while the flats of her fingers brush over his cheek. ] But that doesn't mean I don't like stealing away the treasures I can't resist. [ Her eyes open fully as the already wide, dazed smile on her face grows further. She can't stop herself from repeating his name, quiet and sweet, while on her way to leaning into him, so her lips can brush against his once more. ]