Sensual moans of pleasure that she couldn't contain escaped Meira's lips as he sucked harder on her nipple, his tongue flicking against the hardened bud, drawing out a low. "This… Is so good," she panted. Her body trembled, thighs pressing together instinctively as heat pooled between her legs. The room's air felt thicker now, charged with the scent of arousal and the soft sounds of her breathing.
Zaeryn pulled back slightly, his lips glistening from her skin, and looked up at Meira's flushed face. Her eyes were half-lidded, dark with desire, and she bit her lower lip, clearly fighting the urge to beg for more.
"Do you want me to continue?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.
Meira nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Y-yes," she breathed. Her hands still in his hair. She was a breath away from pushing him down her breasts again.
