Eren held Luna, her legs still wrapped around his waist, her body suspended as he lowered his head. His eyes fixed on her glistening pussy, swollen and ready. The scent of her arousal filled his senses, a potent invitation.
"You are naughty, Veilwalker," Luna whispered, her voice husky, a playful challenge in her tone.
He didn't respond with words, only with action. His tongue, hot and eager, flicked out, tracing the swollen lips of her pussy. Luna gasped, her body stiffening in his arms before melting against him. He felt her inner muscles clench, already responding. He pulled her closer, his face buried between her legs.
He began to lick, slowly at first, tasting her, savoring the sweet, musky flavor of her arousal. His tongue danced over her clit, a feather-light touch, then circled it, teasing, tormenting. Luna's moans started low, guttural sounds of pure pleasure that vibrated against his ears.
