CHAPTER 207: JUST HOLD ME

He answered her with a deep, guttural moan, a sound of pure male satisfaction, and with a slow, powerful push, he buried himself deep inside her.

"AHHH!" Rose’s cry was a sharp gasp of pure sensation as he filled her completely. Her muscles clenched around him, a tight, welcoming grip that milked his dick with an exquisite intensity. Her hips instinctively pushed back again, a desperate, animalistic urge to take all of him.

He didn’t rush. This was not about speed; it was about connection. He held her against the wall, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other hand sliding down to cup her ass, holding her firm and secure. He began to move with a deep, rhythmic thrust that spanned the full length of his cock. He would pull back, slowly, his hips gliding free until only the tip of his head remained, then plunge forward again with a slow, deliberate force that made her moan. Each motion was a symphony of flesh—a deep, wet, sucking sound that echoed in the silent chamber, punctuated by her gasps of pleasure.

"So full," she breathed, her head resting on his shoulder, her hands still buried in his hair, a desperate, frantic grip that both urged him on and held him close. "I’d forgotten what it felt like to be filled... to be owned."

Eren’s breath hitched at her words, a mix of possessiveness and tenderness washing over him. He began to move with a steady, rhythmic pace that brought them closer with every thrust. He moved his head, his lips finding the delicate skin of her neck, tasting the salty sweat, then moved lower, to the curve of her shoulder. He paused, his face pressed against her collarbone, a quiet moment of profound intimacy, as his hips continued their steady, powerful dance.

He wanted to savor every moment, every sound, every sensation. He wanted to feel the centuries of loneliness melt away from her with each deliberate thrust. He wanted her to know that she was not just being used for his pleasure, but that he was hers to command, a vessel for her own long-dormant desires. His hand on her waist tightened, a silent question, and he felt her hips respond with a slow, languid roll that drew him in deeper, creating a profound, intimate friction that made him groan.

Rose’s body was a revelation. She was strong and lithe, her muscles toned from a lifetime of battle, yet in his arms, she was all soft vulnerability. He felt the tension building inside her, the way her body trembled with each thrust, each slow, deep slide. Her moans were no longer just sounds of pleasure but of a desperate, primal need to be consumed, to be taken. Her hands, still in his hair, tightened again, pulling his head back, her eyes meeting his with a look of pure, unadulterated yearning.

He drove into her, harder and faster, his hips slamming into hers with rhythmic force. He felt her inner walls milking him, pulling him deeper with every rapid, powerful thrust. Her wetness poured from her, drenching his thighs, making every stroke slick and incredibly intense. He pounded into her, faster and harder, his hips slamming into hers with a steady, relentless rhythm. The room was a symphony of their pleasure: the thump of flesh on flesh, the wet sounds of their bodies moving against each other, and the desperate cries of Rose.

He felt the tension building, a palpable energy that fueled his own. He drove into her, harder and faster, pushing her towards the edge. Her entire body shook uncontrollably, every muscle taut, every nerve screaming with ecstasy. Her breasts bounced wildly, her face a mask of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

"I’m... I’m going to... AHHHHH! OH GOD!" Rose shrieked, her voice tearing as her body seized around his dick. He emptied himself deep inside her, shaking with his own powerful release as her body spasmed violently, her entire frame trembling from the sheer force of her release.

He continued to pound into her, driving home the last of his seed, his body a relentless piston of flesh against flesh. He felt her body go limp beneath him, trembling with the last echoes of her pleasure. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound of pure satisfaction, as he collapsed onto her, his body slick with sweat.

After a long moment, Eren slowly lifted himself off Rose. He looked down at her, her eyes heavy-lidded, a deep, blissful satisfaction painted across her face. He then moved, grabbing her, and with a swift, powerful motion, he flipped her onto her back. Her legs were still wrapped around him, her pussy slick and swollen. He looked at her, then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he pulled out.

Rose gasped, her body tensing, her eyes widening in surprise and a hint of disappointment. But before she could speak, Eren leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Not done yet, my beautiful elf," he whispered, his voice a low growl.

He began to move, his hands leaving her waist to cup her breasts, his thumbs circling her hardening nipples with a maddeningly slow rhythm. He looked at her, his eyes full of a burning desire. He lowered his head, his mouth closing over one of her full, rounded breasts. He began to suckle gently, then harder, drawing a sharp gasp from her.

He continued to hold her against the wall, his lips moving from her mouth to her neck, his hips beginning to thrust again. He was relentless, a powerful machine of pure pleasure, and Rose was his captive. She moaned, her hands finding his hair again, her fingers burying themselves in the silver strands, a desperate, frantic grip that both urged him on and held him close.

He began to move with a steady, rhythmic pace that brought them closer with every thrust. His hips slammed into hers, a hard, grinding motion that made her scream his name. He felt her inner walls milking him, pulling him deeper with every rapid, powerful thrust. Her wetness poured from her, drenching his thighs, making every stroke slick and incredibly intense. He pounded into her, faster and harder, his hips slamming into hers with rhythmic force. The room was a symphony of their pleasure: the thump of flesh on flesh, the wet sounds of their bodies moving against each other, and the desperate cries of Rose.

He felt the tension building, a palpable energy that fueled his own. He drove into her, harder and faster, pushing her towards the edge. Her entire body shook uncontrollably, every muscle taut, every nerve screaming with ecstasy. Her breasts bounced wildly, her face a mask of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

"I’m... I’m going to... AHHHHH! OH GOD!" Rose shrieked, her voice tearing as her body seized around his dick. He emptied himself deep inside her, shaking with his own powerful release as her body spasmed violently, her entire frame trembling from the sheer force of her release.

He continued to pound into her, driving home the last of his seed, his body a relentless piston of flesh against flesh. He felt her body go limp beneath him, trembling with the last echoes of her pleasure. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound of pure satisfaction, as he collapsed onto her, his body slick with sweat.

After a long moment, Eren slowly lifted himself off Rose. He looked down at her, her eyes heavy-lidded, a deep, blissful satisfaction painted across her face. He then moved, grabbing her, and with a swift, powerful motion, he flipped her onto her back. Her legs were still wrapped around him, her pussy slick and swollen. He looked at her, then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he pulled out.

Eren held Rose suspended against the ancient stone wall, her legs wrapped tight around his waist, her body clinging to his as if they were the only two beings left in the world. His thick, throbbing length was buried deep inside her, and he could feel her tight, welcoming grip around him. He didn’t move at first, simply holding her, absorbing the raw, profound intimacy of the moment. The cool rock bit into her back, a tangible anchor in a sea of overwhelming sensation.

"Oh," she breathed, a soft, broken sound of awe and disbelief. "Just... hold me."