Slowly, bit by bit, Eryx's body begins to heat up under Morgana's touch.
His muscles tighten involuntarily, and a deep hum stirs inside his chest as her fingers move over him with slow precision.
His skin tingles where she grazes it, and though his mind still holds hesitation, his hands begin to move on their own, as if drawn to her by the pull of instinct.
His lips start to move too, pressing back against hers, hesitant at first, then gradually matching her rhythm.
The kiss deepens.
Her lips are soft, warm, familiar. They mold to his with practiced ease, and the heat between their mouths grows as his breath mingles with hers.
Her fingers move along the curve of his shoulder, sliding under his shirt, dragging lightly across his skin.
His human body responds naturally, helpless against the waves of arousal that build with every touch.
