Kiran's words, "If you satisfied me well, I will allow you to talk to Viva," hung in the air, a potent promise. Eren's grin widened, a deep, satisfied rumble escaping his chest. "Very well then," he repeated, the words a low growl of anticipation.
He didn't hesitate. With a primal hunger, he gripped her hips. He wasted no time with gentle entries, pushing into her with a raw, powerful thrust.
THWUMP!
Kiran cried out, a sharp, delighted scream as he filled her completely. Her hands instinctively gripped the table, her knuckles turning white, but her hips bucked back to meet him, begging for more.
"Oh, God, Eren! Yes! Just like that! Don't stop!" Her voice was a wild, uninhibited moan, raw and sweet, unlike anything he'd heard from her before. It wasn't a plea for mercy, but a desperate demand for every inch of him.
He pulled back almost completely, then slammed into her again.
SLAP! SLAM! THWACK!
