My AI Girlfriend Thinks She Is Real!-Chapter 51 - : : Safe in Your Arms

The mansion was quiet now, the kind of quiet that comes after too much noise—after screams, after rage, after blood.

Shinji was over her, weight braced on his forearms so he wouldn’t crush her, but close enough that every inch of their bodies touched. Chest to chest. Hips to hips. Legs tangled. Her thighs cradled his waist; his knees sank into the mattress on either side of her.

Their cheeks pressed together—warm skin on warm skin, her tears still wet against his jaw, his breath shaky against her temple.

"I’m sorry," he whispered, voice raw. "I’m so fucking sorry, kitten."

Ai shook her head against him, arms tightening around his neck until it almost hurt.

"Don’t," she murmured. "Don’t say sorry anymore. You saved me. You came for me."

He exhaled harshly, nose brushing her hairline. "I almost didn’t. I almost—"

"You did." Her fingers slid into his hair, cradling the back of his head. "You always do."

Shiki buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in—lavender from her hair, salt from her tears, the faint metallic edge of fear still clinging to her skin.

"I love you," he said against her throat, voice cracking. "I love you so much it fucking hurts."

Ai’s breath hitched. She turned her head, pressing her lips to his temple.

"I love you too," she whispered. "So much."

They stayed like that for long minutes—cheeks pressed, hearts hammering against each other, just breathing. No rush. No words. Just the quiet proof that they were both still here.

Eventually, Ai’s fingers began to move.

Softly at first—tracing the line of his jaw, the tense muscle of his neck, the curve of his ear. Shiki shivered under her touch.

She kissed the corner of his mouth—gentle, barely there.

Then again. Slower.

Shiki lifted his head just enough to meet her eyes.

They were red-rimmed, glistening, but steady.

Ai’s thumb brushed his lower lip.

"I need you," she whispered. "Right now. Just... us."

Shiki searched her face for a long moment—looking for hesitation, for fear, for anything that wasn’t want.

He found only her.

"Okay," he breathed.

He kissed her then—slow, deep, achingly tender.

No hurry. No desperation.

Just them.

His hands slid under her back, lifting her slightly so he could peel the ruined blouse away. Ai arched to help him, arms lifting so he could slip it over her head. The fabric fell forgotten to the floor.

Shiki’s gaze traced her bare skin—every curve, every freckle, every mark left from the night. His fingers followed—light, reverent—mapping her collarbone, the soft swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist.

"You’re beautiful," he murmured against her throat. "Every inch of you."

Ai’s breath caught. "Shiki..."

He kissed the hollow of her throat, then lower—slow open-mouthed kisses across her chest, lingering over her heart.

"I almost lost this," he whispered. "I almost lost you."

Ai’s fingers tightened in his hair. "You didn’t."

He kissed the underside of her breast, then the peak—soft, worshipful.

Ai arched, a quiet moan slipping free. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Shiki lingered there—lips, tongue, gentle suction—until she was trembling beneath him.

His hands moved lower, unbuckling her shorts with careful fingers. Ai lifted her hips; he slid them down her legs, taking her underwear with them.

Naked now, she lay open beneath him—soft, vulnerable, trusting.

Then he removed his own clothes.

Shiki paused, just looking.

Ai blushed under his gaze. "Don’t stare..."

"I can’t help it," he said hoarsely. "You’re everything."

He kissed her stomach—slow, open-mouthed—then lower, trailing fire across her hipbones, the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

Ai’s breath hitched. "Shiki..."

He parted her gently with his thumbs.

"You’re still wet for me," he murmured, voice reverent.

Ai whimpered. "Always... for you..."

Shiki kissed her there—soft at first, just lips brushing her folds. Then his tongue—slow, deliberate strokes, tasting her, savoring her.

Ai’s back bowed. "Ahh... Shiki..."

He groaned against her. "You taste like heaven, kitten."

He licked deeper, tongue curling around her clit, then dipping inside her—slow, patient, worshipful.

Ai’s fingers twisted in the sheets. "Please... please..."

He slid one finger inside her—then two—curling them gently while his tongue worked her clit in steady circles.

Ai’s moans grew louder, hips rocking against his mouth.

"Shiki... I’m—close—ahh!"

"Come for me," he murmured against her. "Let me feel you."

Ai shattered—quietly this time, a soft cry, body trembling as pleasure rolled through her in gentle waves.

Shiki kissed her through it—soft, soothing—until she went limp beneath him.

He crawled back up her body, settling between her thighs.

Ai reached for him, pulling him down.

"I want you inside me," she whispered. "Please."

Shiki kissed her deeply—slow, loving—then notched himself at her entrance.

"Tell me if it’s too much," he murmured.

Ai nodded, eyes locked on his.

He pushed in slowly—inch by inch—watching her face the entire time.

Ai’s breath caught. "Ahh... so full..."

"You okay?" he asked, voice strained.

She nodded, nails digging into his shoulders. "More... please..."

He sank deeper until he was fully seated, hips flush against hers.

They both groaned.

"You feel..." Shiki buried his face in her neck. "Perfect."

Ai’s legs wrapped around his waist. "Move... please..."

He did—slow, deep rolls of his hips, dragging against every sensitive place inside her.

Ai moaned softly with every thrust. "Shiki... yes... just like that..."

He kept the pace gentle, steady—making love to her.

Every thrust was a promise.

Every kiss against her throat was an apology.

Every time she moaned his name, he answered with his own soft "I love you."

Ai’s fingers traced his back, his arms, his face—learning him all over again.

"I was so scared," she whispered between moans. "When the carriage... when I thought..."

Shiki kissed her tears away. "I know. I was too."

He thrust a little deeper. "But you’re here. Safe. Mine."

Ai’s walls fluttered around him. "Yours... always yours..."

They moved together—slow, deep, intimate—building toward the edge without rushing.

Ai’s breath quickened. "Shiki... I’m... close again..."

"Me too," he groaned. "Together?"

She nodded frantically. "Together... please..."

He rocked into her—deep, steady—grinding against her clit with every thrust.

Ai’s nails dug into his back. "Shiki—ahh—I’m—"

"Come with me, kitten," he whispered against her lips.

They shattered together—quiet, intense, trembling—Ai’s soft cry muffled against his shoulder, Shiki’s low groan buried in her hair.

He stayed inside her after, hips flush, forehead pressed to hers.

"I love you," he breathed.

Ai smiled through tears. "Love you more."

He pressed soft kisses along her shoulder, slow and lingering, like he was memorizing every inch again.

"Kitten," he murmured against her ear, voice rough and low. "I want to do it again."

Ai’s breath hitched. She felt him still hard inside her, thick and insistent, and a fresh wave of heat bloomed low in her belly.

She turned her head just enough to meet his eyes—full of something both tender and starving.

She swallowed, cheeks burning, and gave the tiniest nod.

Shiki’s lips curved. "Good girl."

He moved carefully—sliding out of her with a wet sound that made them both groan—then rolled her gently onto her stomach. Ai let him guide her, knees sinking into the mattress, hips lifted just slightly. She felt exposed like this, vulnerable, but safe. Always safe with him.

Shiki settled behind her, knees bracketing her thighs. His hands slid up her sides—slow, reverent—until they cupped her breasts from behind. He squeezed gently, thumbs brushing over her nipples, making her arch and whimper.

"Shiki..."

"Shh," he soothed, leaning over her, chest warm against her back. "I’ve got you."

He kissed the nape of her neck, then the sensitive spot behind her ear, then down the line of her spine—each kiss deliberate, worshipful.

Ai trembled beneath him, fingers twisting in the sheets.

He notched himself at her entrance again—still slick from before—and pushed in slowly.

Ai moaned long and low as he filled her from this angle—deeper, thicker, pressing against places that made stars burst behind her eyes.

"Fuck... you feel even better like this," Shiki groaned, hips rolling in a slow, grinding circle once he was fully seated. "So tight... so perfect..."

His hands stayed on her breasts—kneading, rolling her nipples between his fingers, tugging gently until she was gasping and pushing back against him.

"Shiki... please..."

He started moving—slow, deep thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot inside her. Each stroke pulled a soft, needy sound from her throat.

"You like this?" he whispered, voice dark and velvet against her ear. "Me behind you... filling you... playing with these pretty tits?"

Ai nodded frantically, face buried in the pillow. "Y-yes... ahh... don’t stop..."

He didn’t.

His pace stayed steady but unhurried—long, deliberate strokes that let her feel every inch of him sliding in and out. His thumbs kept circling her nipples, pinching lightly every few thrusts, making her clench around him.

"God, kitten... you squeeze me so good when I do that," he groaned. "You love it when I touch you here, don’t you?"

Ai whimpered, pushing back to meet him. "Love it... love you..."

Shiki’s rhythm faltered for a second—hips stuttering at her words—then he thrust deeper, harder, still controlled but with more intent.

"Say it again," he rasped.

"I love you," she gasped, voice breaking on a moan. "I love you... Shiki..."

He buried his face in her hair, hips snapping forward in a deep, possessive thrust.

"Love you too," he growled. "So fucking much."

One hand left her breast and slid down her stomach, fingers finding her clit—rubbing slow, firm circles in time with his thrusts.

Ai cried out, back arching sharply.

"That’s it," he murmured, voice rough with need. "Come for me again, kitten. Let me feel you."

Ai’s moans turned desperate—high, breathless, pleading.

"Shiki—close—ahh—please—"

"Come on my cock," he growled against her ear. "Let me feel you milk me."

She shattered—harder this time—walls fluttering and clenching around him, body shaking as pleasure crashed through her in waves.

Shiki groaned, thrusts turning erratic as he chased his own release.

"Fuck—kitten—gonna—"

"Inside," she gasped, reaching back to clutch his hip. "Please... inside..."

He thrust deep one last time—burying himself to the hilt—and came with a broken moan of her name, pulsing hot and thick inside her.

They collapsed together—Shiki careful not to crush her, rolling them so she lay draped across his chest, still joined.

Ai’s breathing was ragged, face tucked against his neck.

Shiki kissed her hair, her temple, her cheek—soft, endless little presses.

"You okay?" he whispered.

Ai nodded against him, voice sleepy and content. "More than okay."

He smiled—small, real, tired.

"Love you, kitten."

"Love you more," she mumbled, already drifting.

Shiki held her tighter, listening to her breathing even out.

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END OF Chapter : 51 : SAFE IN YOUR ARMS

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