CHAPTER 48: YOU STILL WANT MORE ?

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.

The slick stretched between his fingers, dripping down in glistening trails, catching the light.

Miyu’s eyes flicked to it, her breath catching at the sight of just how wet she was.

A blush crept to her cheeks, but instead of looking away, she leaned in closer.

Her lips parted, hesitating only for a second before she pressed her mouth to his fingers.

Slowly, deliberately, she sucked him clean her tongue curling around each digit, licking her own heat off him.

Eran’s gaze darkened, his smirk almost predatory as he watched her, every slow movement of her tongue making his chest tighten.

When she finally pulled back with a soft, wet sound, her glassy violet eyes met his again.

Her lips glistened with the same wetness she had just tasted, breath uneven, her body still quivering with the slick of her release.

Miyu’s glassy violet eyes shimmered with something wild now... part desire, part challenge.

Her chest rose and fell as she exhaled hard, catching her breath before her words came out, low and wrecked:

"You... you fucking ruin me..."

Eran’s smirk was faint, dangerous, the kind that made her breath catch all over again.

He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.

Miyu parted her lips further, her tongue slipping out in a slow, teasing display, the faint glisten of her own slick still shining there.

A quiet, wordless confession that she had just licked herself clean.

Eran’s gaze darkened instantly.

He leaned in, closing the small distance between them until their breaths mingled.

His hand came around her waist, firm, pulling her back against him, before his mouth finally claimed hers.

Their tongues collided.. hot, wet and desperate.

Miyu whimpered softly into the kiss as Eran deepened it, tasting her, tasting her.

His hand at her back tightened, the other sliding up her spine until his fingers tangled in her loosened robe.

When he finally withdrew, it was slow, almost cruel, the slick string of saliva clinging between their tongues before it snapped.

Miyu’s lips were still parted, a slick glimpse of her tongue catching the light, breathless and flushed, when Eran leaned in and whispered against her mouth

’My pride noble...’

His gaze burned as his thumb brushed along her damp cheek. A low chuckle rumbled from his chest almost amused, before his hand slid back down her waist, over her hip, promising he wasn’t done with her yet.

He didn’t rush...

His other hands moved with a slow, deliberate patience as he reached for Miyu’s blouse and eased it open.

The fabric fell away from her shoulders, leaving the perfect swell of her breasts bare her nipples already hard and pink, standing proudly under his gaze.

Miyu flushed crimson, instinctively crossing her arms at first, but Eran’s calm voice cut through her hesitation.

"Unhook my belt," he said, low and steady, not asking but telling.

Her breath hitched instantly.

And Without a word, she stepped closer, thighs parting as if guided by something primal.

Her fingers trembled slightly as they found his belt, slowly unhooking it, pulling it free inch by inch.

The leather slipped loose with a sharp snap as it came undone.

Her gaze dropped... and froze.

As Eran’s cock sprang free, already heavy and slick with pre-cum.

For a moment Miyu could only stare, lips parting, and her breath coming shallow.

"I... it’s..." her voice was barely a whisper, half-disbelieving now.

"Are you serious?"

Eran chuckled low, a faint smile curving his lips as his golden gaze stayed fixed on her.

"Take it," he said, his voice low. "It’s all yours."

Her breath shivered at those words.

She swept her hair aside with one hand, her violet eyes still locked on him as she lowered herself slowly, deliberately

.

Her mouth parted, lips brushing against the tip before she finally took him in.

The first slow thrust filled her mouth, making her gag softly around him.

Eran’s hand slid to the back of her head, his fingers threading into her hair, pulling her slightly with each thrust.

Her eyes glistened as they met his, locked on him as though daring him to look away.

But he didn’t

He watched her.

Taking in with every slow movement, every sound, every shiver.

Miyu’s lips stretched wider as she took him deeper, her throat working just to accommodate his length.

Her breath came ragged between each slow push, and the slick sound of her mouth filling with him echoed faintly in the quiet room.

Eran’s fingers tightened slightly in her hair, not forcing her pace... just guiding her, feeling the tension as she pushed herself further.

Her lashes wet as they fluttered up to meet his gaze.

He smirked faintly down at her, watching every detail, the way her tongue traced along his length with every movement, and the way her thighs pressed together as if seeking relief from the heat pooling there.

"Miyu..." His voice was low, dark with pleasure.

"You’re taking me so well."

Her breath hitched around him at the praise, a muffled sound escaping her throat as she pushed herself deeper still... until her nose brushed his skin.

Eran exhaled sharply at the feeling of her throat clenching around him.

"Good girl," he murmured, his hand stroking the back of her head as he held her there for a moment, savoring the sight of her.

When she finally pulled back with a wet pop, a line of slick stretched from her lips to his tip

She was flushed, her violet eyes glassy with heat.

"You’re..." She swallowed hard, licking her lips as if she couldn’t help herself.

"You’re too big, Eran..."

Eran smirked, leaning down slightly, his hand cupping her chin and tilting her face up to meet his gaze.

"And yet," he said, voice soft but dangerous, "you still want more."

Her breath trembled as she nodded, her thighs rubbing together beneath her skirt.

"Yes..." she whispered, her voice almost breaking.

"I want all of you."