Luna's eyes, dark with a hunger that promised profound pleasure, lingered on Eren's erection. "Wow," she whispered, her voice a low, throaty sound. "So this is what Kiran was enjoying all along."
Her fingers, cool and soft, wrapped around the base of his dick, her thumb stroking the engorged head. He felt a shiver ripple through him, a stark contrast to the raw power Kiran had commanded. This was different. This was a slow, deliberate seduction.
She leaned in, her breath warm against his skin, carrying the intoxicating scent of flowers and something deeper, something uniquely hers. Her tongue, nimble and wet, traced the sensitive rim of his dickhead, a feather-light touch that sent goosebumps down his arms. Eren groaned, his hands gripping her shoulders, his knuckles white.
