The room was bathed in soft, golden rays of the sun filtering through the windows. The air between them grew thicker with an unspoken tension. Ravenna, still straddling Alaric, met his gaze with unwavering confidence. A teasing smirk played on her lips as she traced the angles of his jaw before gliding her fingers down to his chest. Biting her lower lip, she rubbed herself on his manhood, earning a deep groan from his.
Alaric inhaled deeply, his grip on her waist tightening ever so hard. His eyes were darker than hell as he locked them into hers, holding back his hunger.
"You are staring too much," Ravenna whispered, tilting her head.
Alairc smirked, his thumb brushing slow circles against her bare hip. "I can't help it." His voice was husky, laced with restrained desires. "You're fucking breathtaking."
She bit her lip, placing a quick yet seductive bite on his lip, then smiled. "Smooth talker."
