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The faint sliver of moonlight sliced through the curtains like a blade, illuminating just enough of the room to cast eerie shadows on the walls. Eon's body ached from the day's battles, but his mind was a whirlwind of lingering adrenaline and exhaustion. He lay there, staring at the ceiling, when the soft click of the door latch pulled him from his thoughts.
Teresa slipped inside, her silver hair catching the pale light like threads of starlight. She closed the door behind her with a deliberate quiet click sound, as if the house itself might judge her for this midnight intrusion.
Eon froze, his breath catching in his throat. Teresa wasn't the type to approach like this, bold, unannounced. In his mind she was fire and noble blood, not this tentative shadow creeping toward his bed. The sight of her made him speechless for a moment, his mind racing to catch up.
He turned slowly, propping himself up on one elbow to face her, though the darkness shrouded her features. She couldn't see him clearly, but he could make out the outline of her form, the way her nightgown clung to her curves in the dim light.
Teresa hesitated at the edge of the bed, then casually, almost too casually, sat down beside him. The mattress dipped under her weight, and the faint scent of lavender from her skin wafted over him, mixing with the lingering smell of smoke on his own body. She leaned in slightly, her voice a whisper that barely disturbed the silence. "Eon?"
He responded naturally, his tone low and even, not wanting to startle her in the gloom. "I'm here, Teresa. What's wrong?"
She shifted closer, her hand brushing against the blanket near his thigh. Eon asked her again, "Why did you come in here like this? If you wanted me, you could have just asked."
Her fingers twitched, as if debating whether to touch him or pull away. She let out a soft sigh, her breath warm against his ear. "I... I have to ask you something. Why did you really bring those girls back with you? You could have just let Hans handle it. Sent them somewhere safe without dragging them here to the mansion."
Eon tilted his head, studying her silhouette. "Why? Is there something wrong with letting them stay for a while? The place is big enough, and they've been through hell."
She hesitated, her voice dropping even lower, laced with a vulnerability he rarely heard from her. "It's not that. Not exactly."
Sensing the hesitation, the underlying worry in her tone, Eon reached out gently, his fingers grazing her arm to console her. Her skin was soft, warm, a stark contrast to the chill of the room. "Teresa, I didn't have any dirty thoughts about those girls when we brought them here. By the time I woke up in the carriage, we were already on our way. And honestly, they have nowhere else to go right now. No way to contact their families safely. With the territory's finances in the state they're in, people are desperate. Vulnerable women like them could end up in even worse danger, forced into questionable jobs, or worse. I couldn't just abandon them to that."
Her shoulders relaxed visibly, the tension easing from her frame as she let out a relieved breath. The air between them shifted, growing thicker, more charged.
Eon couldn't resist a teasing edge to his voice, a small smirk playing on his lips even in the dark. "What? What did you think I was planning to do with them, anyway?"
She mumbled, her words barely a wisper, a flush creeping into her tone. "You know... that."
He chuckled softly, his hand lingering on her arm, tracing a light path upward. "I know right from wrong, Teresa. I won't lay hands on weak women like that. They're victims, not... opportunities for me to take advantage of. But I won't hesitate if a healthy, willing woman seduces me, though."
She grumbled, a mix of annoyance and something deeper, desire, perhaps, coloring her voice. But then, her tone shifted, bold yet tentative. "Then... me too?"
Before he could respond, she moved. It was clumsy, endearingly so, not the practiced seduction of someone experienced in such games. She leaned forward and laid herself on top of him, her body pressing against his in a sudden, full contact that sent a jolt through them both.
Her nightgown rode up slightly as she straddled his hips, her breasts pressed softly against his chest, her silver hair cascading like a veil around their faces. The heat of her body seeped through the thin fabric, igniting some kind of fire in the air.
Eon's hands instinctively went to her waist, holding her there as his breath quickened. "Teresa..." he murmured, his voice husky now, the exhaustion forgotten in the rush of arousal.
She didn't pull back. Instead, she pressed her lips to his in a tentative kiss that quickly deepened, her mouth were hungry and exploratory. Her hands roamed over his bare chest, fingers tracing the scars and muscles earned from battles both old and new. The kiss broke, and she whispered against his lips, "I've wanted this... for longer than I'll admit. Seeing you come back like that, all battered but still bringing home strays... it drives me crazy, why don't you understand that?"
His response was to flip her under him gently, pinning her beneath him with careful strength. The bed creaked softly under their shifting weight. He trailed kisses down her neck, tasting the salt of her skin, his hands sliding up her thighs to push the nightgown higher. She arched into him, a soft gasp escaping her lips as his fingers found the warmth between her legs, teasing the slick heat there. "Gods, you're already so wet, were you this horny all this time?" he growled, his voice low and rough with need.
Teresa moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders as she bucked against his hand. "Don't tease me, Eon... I need you." Her words were breathy, laced with a desperation that made the air hum with smutty tension. He obliged, slipping one finger inside her, then two, curling them to hit that spot that made her whimper and clench around him. The lewd sounds of her arousal filled the room, it was wet, rhythmic, intoxicating.
She reached down, her hand wrapping around his hardening length through the thin sheet that still separated them. She stroked his cock slowly at first, then with more urgency, feeling him throb in her grip. "So big... I want to feel you inside me," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.
Eon groaned, pulling the sheet away and positioning himself at her entrance. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, savoring the tight, suffocating heat that enveloped him. Teresa's eyes fluttered shut, her mouth parting in a silent cry as he filled her inside completely. "Yes... oh, fuck, yes," she gasped, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper.
Their rhythm started slow, intense, his thrusts were getting deep and deliberate, each one drawing out moans that grew louder, more unrestrained. The bedframe protested with every movement, the sound mixing with the slap of skin on skin. Teresa's breasts bounced with the force of it, and Eon captured one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard enough to make her cry out in pleasure. "Harder... please, Eon, fuck me harder," she begged, her voice became raw, and the air thick with the scent of their arousal.
He obliged to her request, picking up the pace, his hips slamming into hers with a ferocity that made her cling to him. Sweat slicked their bodies, the room growing hotter as they lost themselves in the pleasure.