The guest room was now dim, quiet, but the silence didn't feel empty, it throbbed. The air was still thick with the scent of lust, and on the edge of the bed, Aureve lay back slowly, her body sinking into the mattress like it had just remembered what it meant to be touched.
Her legs stretched out, bare and smooth, her breathing calm now... but her lips were still glistening, stained with the cum of her step son.
Sylvaris sat next to her, shirt halfway undone now, pants still around his thighs, cock slowly softening, glistening with saliva and surrender. But his golden eyes were still burning with need and dangerous desire.
Aureve looked at him. Not like an ashamed woman. Not like a sinner running away from her problems, but like a goddess in exile, finally ready to return to the altar of her youth.
Her voice was low, sultry, raw with emotion. "Lean closer."
