The dim light of the chamber pulsed with a palpable heat as Eren knelt before Seven, the air thick with the mingled scents of their arousal – her earthy musk now sharp and intoxicating, his own a low, simmering undercurrent of possessive desire. Her molten eyes, heavy-lidded and glazed with a primal longing, held his silver gaze captive, a silent, potent dialogue passing between them, charged with unspoken power and burgeoning intimacy.
His hand, now emboldened by the intoxicating nearness of her, traced the delicate curve of her inner thigh, the skin beneath his fingertips already slick with the eager testament of her yielding. A visible tremor rippled through her frame as his touch deliberately brushed the engorged lips of her pussy. He lingered there, a breath held captive in the charged atmosphere, feeling the insistent thrumming emanating from her core, the subtle, rhythmic contractions that spoke volumes of her escalating need.
