The sound of it was unbearable now... wet, lewd, echoing between them with every thrust.
Miyu's moans grew tighter, almost broken, as her forehead pressed against Eran's chest.
Her entire body trembled, her thighs parting instinctively wider as if begging him to go deeper, to give her more.
Her slick poured freely, coating his fingers, running down her thighs.
And then, just as another cry threatened to escape her... Eran slowed.
His hand withdrew with aching slowness, trailing her wetness until his fingers finally slipped free.
The sound it made was obscene.
He caught her chin with his free hand, steadying her as her breath came in shuddering waves.
Their gazes locked, violet to gold, heat flaring between them.
"You're so fucking hot, Miyu," he said, voice low, savoring every word.
Without looking away from her, Eran slowly raised his hand, the same hand now glistening with her arousal.
