CHAPTER 210: SIT VEILWALKER

His lips left a trail of fire down her stomach, his breath a warm whisper against her skin. He lingered there, his hands still holding her hips, his head bent low. Rose’s fingers were tangled in his hair, a silent plea for him to continue, to never stop. The firelight flickered, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls, and the air was thick with the scent of them—of passion and surrender.

With a gentle shift, he moved up, his body pressing against hers again. His lips found hers, and this kiss was different. It was deep and consuming, a promise being fulfilled. His tongue danced with hers, a slow, deliberate rhythm that stole the last of her breath. She kissed him back with a fierce urgency, her hands sliding down his back, her nails lightly scraping his skin. A low groan rumbled in his chest, a sound that seemed to vibrate through her, and he deepened the kiss even more.

He finally broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. They were luminous, wide with a mixture of desire and a raw, beautiful vulnerability. He saw everything there—the trust she was giving him, the depths of her yearning. He brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, his thumb stroking her cheek in a tender gesture that was a stark contrast to the heat building between them.

"I want to feel you," he whispered, his voice a low, husky rasp. "Every part of you."

He moved his body slightly, his hand leaving her hip to travel up her side, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist before resting on her breast. His touch was light, almost reverent, as if he were holding something precious. Rose gasped softly, her back arching slightly into his touch. His thumb brushed over her nipple, and a shiver of pure pleasure ran through her.

He watched her face as he did it, his eyes devouring her reactions. Her lips parted in a silent moan, and her eyelids fluttered shut. Her breath hitched in her throat, a small, fragile sound that made his own heart race. He continued to circle her nipple with his thumb, his touch both tender and deliberate, making the peak harden into a tight, aching bud. He bent his head, and with a soft groan, took her into his mouth.

A soft cry escaped her lips as his mouth closed around her, his tongue swirling and teasing. He suckled gently, then more firmly, and the sensation was a white-hot spear of pleasure that shot straight through her. Her hips lifted off the bed, a desperate, unconscious plea for more. Her hands moved from his hair to his shoulders, her fingers digging in as if to anchor herself in the storm of sensation he was creating.

He worked on her, alternating between suckling and teasing, his hand moving to her other breast, his fingers gently tracing circles around the nipple there. He was a man with all the time in the world, intent on savoring every detail of her pleasure. He loved the way her body responded to his touch, the way her moans became a symphony just for him.

"You’re so beautiful," he breathed against her skin, his voice thick with emotion.

Rose could only whimper in response, her head tossing from side to side on the pillow. She was lost in a sea of feeling, and he was the one navigating her through it. He moved back to her lips, their kiss a frantic dance of tongues and breaths. His hand, which had been caressing her other breast, now slid down her stomach, his fingers tracing a path of fire until they reached the apex of her thighs.

He pressed his hand there, his fingers pressing into her core, and a deep, guttural moan tore from her throat. He loved the sound, the way it was full of her surrender and her need. He kept his fingers there, moving them in a slow, circular motion that had her trembling.

"You’re ready for me," he whispered against her lips, his breath hot against her skin. "I can feel it."

Rose’s only response was to part her legs further, an open invitation that he took with a fierce groan of his own. He shifted his weight, moving his body between her legs. He didn’t rush. He propped himself up on his forearms, looking at her, his eyes full of a hungry reverence. He reached out and cupped her face, his thumb tracing her jawline.

"I’ve wanted you for so long, Rose," he said, his voice a low, shaky whisper. "I’ve dreamed of this."

"Me too," she breathed, her voice a fragile confession. "Always."

He leaned down and kissed her again, a soft, lingering kiss that was a final promise before he finally entered her. Slowly, carefully, he slid inside of her. Her breath hitched, and she closed her eyes, a wave of sensation rushing through her. He paused, giving her a moment to adjust, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him in closer.

"Don’t stop," she begged, her voice barely a whisper. "Please."

With a deep groan, he began to move. He started with a slow, steady rhythm, each thrust a deliberate, measured beat. She met him, her hips lifting to meet his, their bodies finding a language older than words. The firelight danced, and their shadows on the wall swayed in time with them. He watched her face, his gaze never leaving hers, as he drove into her

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Her moans became louder, more frequent, a beautiful sound that filled the room. Her hands slid from his back to his shoulders, her fingers gripping him tightly. Each thrust was a promise, a slow unwrapping of her soul. He felt the tension building inside of her, the way her muscles contracted around him, and he let out a guttural sound of his own.

He sped up, his rhythm becoming a bit more frantic, his breathing now as unsteady as hers. He kissed her again, deeply, his tongue plunging into her mouth as his body plunged into hers. Her hands moved to his face, her fingers caressing his cheeks, holding him to her. She was a woman on the edge, teetering on the precipice of pure bliss.

"Eren," she cried out, her voice a sharp, beautiful note of surrender.

He heard her, and with one final, deep thrust, he joined her in her release. They lay there for a moment, tangled together, their chests rising and falling in a frantic rhythm, their breaths mingling in the narrow space between them. The silence was not empty; it was full of the aftershocks of their shared release.

He rolled to his side, pulling her with him so that she was curled against him, her head resting on his chest. His hand stroked her hair, a gentle, soothing motion. He kissed the top of her head, a silent vow to her and to the moment they had just shared.

Rose lay there for a moment, listening to the steady beat of his heart. She felt a peacefulness she hadn’t known she was missing. She knew this was not the end. It was only the beginning. With a soft smile, she shifted, her hand traveling down his chest and over his abs, her fingers tracing the hard lines. She felt him stir beneath her touch, and she giggled softly

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She stood up, the cool silk of the sheets a sharp contrast to the heat of her skin. The firelight danced over her body as she moved, a vision of golden skin and red hair. She looked at him, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. She gave him a slow, seductive smile before turning around, bending over and resting her hands on the pillows. She looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes asking a question, her body making a silent request.

He looked at her, at the beautiful curve of her back, the way her hair cascaded down her shoulders. His lips curved into a slow, reverent smile. He didn’t need to be asked twice. With a low groan of pure appreciation, he got up, moving behind her and resting his hands on her hips.

Eren moved behind her, his hands sliding down to her hips, his fingers tracing the gentle curve of her waist. The firelight played across her skin, a soft, inviting glow. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck, his lips lingering on her warm skin. A soft sigh escaped her lips as his hands gripped her hips, pulling her back against him.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered, his voice a low, husky rasp that sent shiver down her spine. "I can’t get enough of you."

He rested his chin on her shoulder, his gaze falling to their entwined bodies in the reflection of the mirror. She was a vision of gold and copper, a breathtaking silhouette against the warm light. He felt a deep surge of emotion, a mix of desire and a profound sense of possession. This woman, with her fiery hair and eyes full of fire, was his. And he was hers.

He began to move, his hips gently swaying against hers, a slow, sensual rhythm that had her sighing in pleasure. He reached between her legs, his fingers finding her already wet and ready. She moaned softly, her hips moving back against his touch, a silent plea for him to continue. He smiled against her neck, his lips tasting the salt of her skin.

"Patience," he whispered, his fingers circling her core, teasing her. "We have all night."

He loved the way her body responded to his touch, the way she seemed to come alive under his hands. He took his time, his fingers exploring her, a slow, unhurried rhythm that had her moaning his name, her voice a low, breathless whisper. He felt the tension building inside her, the way her body trembled with anticipation.

He finally pulled his hand away, his hips grinding against hers. He reached for his belt, the soft click of the buckle a sharp contrast to the soft sounds of their breathing. He unzipped his trousers, and she felt the warmth of his cock pressing against her. She gasped softly, her hips moving back in a silent invitation.

He entered her slowly, inch by painful inch, and she moaned softly, her body tensing around him. He paused, giving her a moment to adjust, his hands gripping her hips. Her hands were still on the pillows, her fingers digging in, her knuckles white. He could feel her pulse racing, the way her heart pounded against her ribs.

"You feel so good," he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. "So damn good."

He began to move, a slow, steady rhythm that had her moaning his name. He was deep inside her, a feeling of pure bliss. He kept his rhythm slow, a deliberate, measured beat that had her sighing in pleasure. Her head was tilted back, her eyes closed, her lips parted in a silent moan.

He watched her, his gaze never leaving her face. He loved the way her body responded to his touch, the way she seemed to melt against him. He sped up, his rhythm becoming a bit more frantic, his breathing now as unsteady as hers. He kissed the back of her neck, his lips trailing a path of fire down her spine.

"Eren," she cried out, her voice a sharp, beautiful note of surrender. "Don’t stop. Please."

He heard her, and with one final, deep thrust, he joined her in her release. They lay there for a moment, tangled together, their chests rising and falling in a frantic rhythm, their breaths mingling in the narrow space between them. The silence was not empty; it was full of the aftershocks of their shared release.

He rolled to his side, pulling her with him so that she was curled against him, her head resting on his chest. His hand stroked her hair, a gentle, soothing motion. He kissed the top of her head, a silent vow to her and to the moment they had just shared.

Rose lay there for a moment, listening to the steady beat of his heart. She felt a peacefulness she hadn’t known she was missing. She knew this was not the end. It was only the beginning. With a soft smile, she shifted, her hand traveling down his chest and over his abs, her fingers tracing the hard lines. She felt him stir beneath her touch, and she giggled softly.

He pulled away from her, his gaze falling to the bed. He sat down, propping himself up against the headboard, his legs spread wide. He looked at her, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. She gave him a slow, seductive smile before straddling his lap, her body swaying to a silent beat.