Rose knelt on the bed, her legs spread wide, her pussy, swollen and glistening wet, presented as a final, irresistible invitation. "Now," she breathed, her voice a low, husky whisper, her eyes fixed on his dick. "Come inside me, Eren."
Eren pushed himself up, his body a mix of raw power and restrained anticipation. He moved to kneel between her legs, his gaze never leaving her. Her body was a masterpiece of elven grace, every curve and line a testament to centuries of life and battle, yet in this moment, she was all soft vulnerability. He reached out, his hand gently cupping her chin, tilting her head up so their eyes could meet. The burning hunger in their gazes was a silent language, a promise of what was to come.
