As their passion began to ebb, Catherine felt a desperate need for more. The connection between them was electric, and she wanted to experience it fully. "Please, Phoenix," she begged, her voice filled with longing. "I need you. All of you. I want to feel you... completely."

Phoenix hesitated, his eyes searching hers. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice serious despite the desire evident in his eyes. "I mean, I want to. Trust me, I want to more than I've ever wanted anything. But I didn't even bring any protection. I wasn't expecting this to happen tonight. I just—I couldn't help myself. You're so beautiful, and the connection we share is magnetic."

Catherine's desire overrode her caution. "It's fine," she assured him, her hands caressing his face. "Just... be careful. I trust you, Phoenix."

Phoenix seemed hesitant, searching her eyes for any sign of doubt. "Are you absolutely sure? I don't want you to regret anything."

"Yes, I'm sure," Catherine replied without hesitation. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

"Well, there's something you should know," Phoenix said, his tone turning serious. He took a deep breath, as if steeling himself. "Because of my condition... the chances of me having children are extremely low. I'm practically infertile."

Catherine's brows furrowed in confusion, the contrast between her arousal and this new information making her head spin. "Oh," she said softly, her voice a mix of sympathy and lingering desire. "I'm sorry, Phoenix. That must be difficult for you."

"It's okay," Phoenix reassured her, his gaze steady and full of understanding. "I've come to terms with it. But I wanted you to know... before we take this step. Did you still want to...?"

"Yes," Catherine replied quickly, almost too quickly. She blushed, then added more calmly, "Please. This doesn't change how I feel about you, Phoenix."

"I'm a guy, I always want to," Phoenix laughed, a sound that eased the tension between them. "But you—you made me really, really want to. In a way I've never experienced before."

Catherine giggled, the sound lightening the air between them. As they came together, she felt as though she was experiencing something entirely new. Despite her previous experiences, this felt different—more intense, more intimate. Phoenix moved with a gentleness and passion that took her breath away.

"I'll be gentle," Phoenix whispered against her lips, his hands caressing her sides with reverence.

"You don't have to be," Catherine replied, her voice soft but firm. Her fingers traced the contours of his back, feeling the muscles move beneath his skin. "I feel safe with you. I trust you completely, Phoenix."

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"I trust you too," Phoenix murmured, his eyes locked on hers. "More than I've ever trusted anyone."

As their bodies joined, Catherine felt a surge of emotion so powerful it brought tears to her eyes. This wasn't just physical intimacy; it was a merging of souls, a cosmic event that felt both earth-shattering and inevitable. With every movement, every shared breath, she felt as if pieces of herself that she never knew were missing were finally falling into place. Phoenix's eyes, dark with desire but glowing with an otherworldly light, seemed to peer into the very depths of her being. In that moment, Catherine understood with crystal clarity that this connection transcended the physical realm. Whatever forces had brought them together – be it fate, magic, or the machinations of demons – had created something beautiful and unbreakable. As they moved as one, Catherine felt the boundaries of herself dissolving, melding with Phoenix in a union that felt eternal and unshakeable.

As they moved together, Catherine felt as though they were perfectly in sync, two halves of a whole finally united. The sensations were overwhelming, and she found herself losing control, begging Phoenix for more. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, each touch, each caress, each kiss building the tension between them.

"Please," Catherine pleaded, her voice breathless and filled with need. Her nails raked down Phoenix's back, urging him closer. "I'm so close. I want you, Phoenix. I need you," she moaned loudly. "Phoenix!"

"Catherine," Phoenix groaned, his voice thick with desire. His movements became more urgent, more passionate. "When you say my name like that... it does things to me. You're incredible. So beautiful, so perfect."

Their passion built to a crescendo, both of them crying out each other's names as they reached the peak together. The intensity of their shared climax left them both trembling and breathless, clinging to each other as waves of pleasure washed over them.

As they came down from their shared high, Phoenix held Catherine close, both of them still shaking slightly from the intensity of their encounter. They lay next to each other in blissful silence, staring at the night sky visible through the sky tower.

"You're mine now, okay?" Phoenix breathed, his voice filled with a mix of tenderness and possessiveness. His fingers traced lazy patterns on her skin, as if he couldn't bear to stop touching her. "Catherine, you're mine."

Catherine nodded, half dazed but certain of her feelings. She turned her head to meet his gaze, her eyes shining with emotion. "I'm yours, Phoenix. Completely and utterly yours."

"Good," he replied, pulling her closer and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

As she drifted off to sleep in Phoenix's arms, Catherine reflected on what had just transpired between them. Maybe it happened too quickly. Maybe other girls would have waited, but this felt right for them. Catherine knew—maybe she wasn't fully aware of it, but she knew from the moment she met him—that they were going to share something so special and intimate together.

She didn't know how to explain their messiness or their chaos, but it was theirs, and only they had to understand it. No one else. Although, she was nervous about having to explain herself to certain people because—if she was Phoenix's, and she was—it would change everything. But in this moment, wrapped in his arms, feeling more complete than she ever had before, Catherine couldn't bring herself to worry about the future. All that mattered was the connection they shared, the passion they had discovered, and the love that was so real between them.