Jade looked at the section of the wall Eren indicated, then at him. Her eyes, still heavy-lidded with lingering pleasure, held a glint of intrigued compliance. She moved with a languid grace, her bare feet silent on the cool marble. She positioned herself against the flat, unadorned surface of the wall, leaning her back firmly against it, her arms resting lightly at her sides. Her body, still flushed and damp, seemed to glow against the cool stone.
Eren stood before her, his dick, once again, hardening in anticipation. He watched her, appreciating the elegant line of her body, the proud tilt of her chin. There was a quiet strength in her stillness, a deep understanding of the ritual they were performing.
