Silence fell. Heavy. Charged. Shila's fingers trembled. She looked up at him—blue eyes meeting hers. The air between them crackled.
Her core ached. Throbbed. The need built—slow, overwhelming. 'Touch him. Taste him. Let the fire burn.'
She hooked her fingers in his belt. Pulled. Slow. The leather whispered as it loosened. His pants shifted.
She sank to her knees—habit pooling around her like a surrendered veil. The stone bit her knees, but she didn't care. Her hands traced the bulge. Felt it twitch under her palm. Hard. Full. 'its... soooo big... I need it...'
"Shila..." Aiden's voice was low. Warning? Want? She didn't stop. Pulled his pants all the way down. His cock sprang free—thick, long, veined. The head glistened with pre-cum.
She stared. Licked her lips. Lust crashed over her—wave after wave. The blood sang. Faith? Forgotten. "I... I need this," she whispered, voice breaking. "Need you... your cock... please..."
