Kiran lay before him, her legs spread wide, a final, unspoken invitation. Her words, soft yet firm, promised Viva, but also another round of pure, intense sensation. Eren's eyes met hers, a silent understanding passing between them.
"Very well then," he rumbled, his voice a low, steady hum.
He moved over her, not with the frantic hunger of moments before, but with a deliberate, almost tender slowness. He lowered himself, his hard dick pressing gently against her swollen opening. He watched her face, seeing the subtle shift in her expression, a softening that hinted at deep pleasure.
He began to push, inch by agonizing inch, his dick sliding into her. This was different. This wasn't about raw power; it was about sensation, about drawing out every single feeling. He could feel her insides, slick and hot, wrapping around him, molding to his size. He paused, letting the warmth of her envelop him completely, letting them both adjust to the deep, intimate connection.
