Through Plea, one final thought whispered from Catherine's mind—quieter than the others, more vulnerable, tinged with desperate hope that terrified her: I hope he liberates me too.
Eros heard it clearly. And the thought, so pure and raw, was the most intoxicating thing he'd ever encountered. It wasn't just lust; it was a prayer. A genuine plea from a goddess who'd forgotten she was one.
And he moved.
Just sudden invasion of her personal space that made her gasp—one moment standing by the window pretending to be composed, next moment he was right fucking there, and the Taboo Aura crashed over her like a physical wave.
It was a hot, heavy pressure that stole the air from her lungs, and in that single instant, her expensive, professional armor felt like it was dissolving, turning to mist.
A hot, slick pulse flooded her pussy, so sudden and intense she felt a fresh wave of wetness soak her panties, a damning warmth spreading through the fabric of her skirt.
