Eren continued his tender ministrations, his lips and tongue lavishing attention on Viva's clit. Her soft moans filled the silent chamber, each sound a small victory against the lingering enchantment. He felt the subtle shift in her body—the gradual release of tension, the slow return of her own desires. Her hands, still bound, twitched restlessly against the cool floor.
He moved his ministrations lower, his tongue tracing the delicate folds of her vulva, tasting her sweetness.
Viva's breath hitched, her hips lifting slightly off the ground as she murmured, "Uhh... mmm..." The sounds were gaining in intensity, losing their hesitant quality.
Eren's hands, now freed from guiding her, reached up to cup her face. Her eyes, though still hazy, held a flicker of recognition, a nascent spark of arousal. He brushed his thumbs across her cheekbones, a silent reassurance.
