Her mouth was too close to his. Too close. Every shaky breath she took came out hot and heavy, fanning across his neck like a fever trying to crawl under his skin. It made his pulse hammer. Made his cock swell. Her scent, her warmth, her weight—fuck—it was too much. His shaft had already grown rock hard beneath the surface, but now it throbbed, twitching against her soaked pussy like it had a mind of its own. It wasn't just pressing—it was begging, demanding to be let in. To fill her. To stretch her open and claim what the heat between them promised.
"You keep pressing me… with such power, such demand… Do you want me that much, Sylvaris?" Her voice quivered with heat, with something raw and unspoken. Iselynne's eyes were no longer just ice-blue. They shimmered now—flushed with a hint of pink that danced at the edges like blooming desire, fragile but unmistakable.
