Eren's grip on Seven's neck tightened infinitesimally, a silent assertion of control that sent a shiver down her spine, a delicious counterpoint to the burning ache between her legs. Her breath hitched, anticipation coiling within her like a tightly wound spring. His silver eyes, gleaming with a predatory intensity, held hers captive, a silent conversation passing between them that spoke of raw desire and impending surrender.
His thumb continued its rhythmic press against her throat, a tangible reminder of his power, while his other hand remained poised at the slick precipice of her desire. The air in the chamber thrummed with a palpable tension, thick with the mingled scents of their arousal, the unspoken promises hanging heavy between them.
