Chapter 95: Eren promises

Chapter 95: Eren promises The dim light of the chamber pulsed with a palpable heat as Eren knelt before Seven, the air thick with the mingled scents of their arousal – her earthy musk now sharp and intoxicating, his own a low, simmering undercurrent of possessive desire. Her molten eyes, heavy-lidded and glazed with a primal longing, held his silver gaze captive, a silent, potent dialogue passing between them, charged with unspoken power and burgeoning intimacy. His hand, now emboldened by the intoxicating nearness of her, traced the delicate curve of her inner thigh, the skin beneath his fingertips already slick with the eager testament of her yielding. A visible tremor rippled through her frame as his touch deliberately brushed the engorged lips of her pussy. He lingered there, a breath held captive in the charged atmosphere, feeling the insistent thrumming emanating from her core, the subtle, rhythmic contractions that spoke volumes of her escalating need. With a deliberate languor, a savoring of the exquisite tension, Eren leaned closer, his breath ghosting over the damp heat radiating from her. The space between them thrummed with unspoken want, a magnetic pull drawing them inexorably closer. He inhaled deeply, drawing in the intoxicating bouquet of her – a rich tapestry woven with the scent of damp earth, overripe fruit, and a wild, untamed sweetness that stirred something primal within him. His exploration commenced at the very heart of her being, his lips gently parting to graze the swollen nub of her clit. A sharp, involuntary gasp escaped Seven’s lips, her fingers instinctively digging into his shoulders, her nails lightly pressing into the muscle. He paused, allowing her to acclimate to the profound intimacy, relishing the velvety texture beneath his lips, the immediate, visceral response he ignited with such a delicate touch. Unfurling his caress, he widened his ministrations, his tongue now a delicate, swirling instrument against the tender folds that cradled her clit. Each touch was feather-light, a teasing dance designed to heighten her anticipation, to draw out the exquisite tension that coiled within her. He felt the subtle shift in her hips, an unconscious undulation, a silent, eloquent plea for a deeper, more consuming connection. He then deepened his kiss, his mouth now encompassing her clit more fully, the wet heat a sensual embrace that sent a jolt of pure sensation through him. Seven’s breath hitched, and a low, guttural moan rumbled in her chest, a drawn-out sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. "Mnn... gods... yes..." she breathed, her grip on his shoulders tightening, her nails now leaving faint crescents on his skin. Eren continued his unhurried exploration, his tongue now rolling against the sensitive flesh, a deliberate friction that elicited a fresh wave of moans from Seven. He charted the landscape of her desire with meticulous attention, varying the pressure and the rhythm, his every movement designed to escalate her pleasure. His tongue traced the delicate architecture of her inner lips, dipping into the moist recesses, savoring the salty-sweet essence of her arousal, a taste that both intoxicated and empowered him. He felt the increasing slickness, a tangible testament to her burgeoning passion, coating his mouth and chin with her fragrant nectar. Her hands, no longer merely anchors, now moved with a restless, urgent energy, threading through his silver hair, her fingers tangling in the cool strands, her grip tightening and loosening with each wave of sensation. He felt the subtle pull as she instinctively guided his head, pressing him closer, seeking a deeper, more profound connection. He readily obliged, deepening his suckling, his entire being focused on the exquisite pleasure he was both giving and receiving, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of their shared intimacy. Seven’s moans escalated, each one a more fervent, unrestrained expression of her unraveling control. "Uhhhnn... sweet... burning..." she gasped, her body arching with a desperate need, her hips beginning to lift and fall in a primal, insistent rhythm of desire. He persisted in his languid assault, attuned to every nuance of her reaction, every subtle tremor that coursed through her. He knew he was leading her to the precipice, and the knowledge sent a fierce, possessive heat surging through his veins. The wet sounds of his devotion filled the dimly lit chamber, a primal symphony of escalating desire, punctuated by Seven’s increasingly frantic breaths and soft cries. He could feel the increasing deluge of her arousal, the insistent pulsing deep within her core, a rhythmic throbbing that mirrored the frantic beat of his own heart. Then, a sudden, sharp cry tore through the heavy air as Seven’s grip on his hair tightened with unexpected, almost painful force. Her back arched violently, her body taut as a drawn bow, her breath catching in her throat. "Aahh! Too... much... please... it’s... exquisite..." Instinctively, Eren eased the intensity of his ministrations, pulling back slightly, granting her a momentary reprieve from the overwhelming sensation. But as he did so, Seven’s hands, still entangled in his hair, clenched tighter, a clear, undeniable demand overriding her earlier plea. Ignoring the subtle sting of her grip, Eren gently but firmly unwound her fingers from his hair, freeing himself from her momentary dominance. He then returned to his task, his mouth once again claiming the swollen, throbbing heart of her desire, though now with a slightly more measured, yet still insistent, pressure. His tongue continued its rhythmic dance, rolling and pressing against her most sensitive point, drawing forth shuddering moans. "You will break," Eren finally spoke, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated against her thigh. "You will yield to the decay, just as all things eventually do." Seven’s breath hitched and shuddered, coming in ragged, uneven gasps. She was teetering on the very edge, her body trembling with barely contained ecstasy. The stark contrast between her earlier commanding presence and her current state of raw, vulnerable surrender was undeniably potent, igniting a fierce, possessive heat within him. He continued his devoted ministrations, his tongue a skilled instrument, his hands now framing her face, his thumbs gently stroking the slick warmth of her cheeks, his gaze locked on her contorted features. He could feel the intense heat radiating from her, the frantic, desperate pulse of her imminent release. Just as he sensed the subtle shift in her body, the telltale tensing that heralded the approaching climax, he withdrew his mouth fractionally, creating a sudden, exquisite vacuum that elicited a sharp, involuntary cry from Seven. Her black eyes, now glazed with a potent cocktail of frustration and raw desire, snapped open, locking onto his. A slow, knowing smile stretched across her swollen, glistening lips. "Vicious," she purred, the single word a breathy indictment laced with a triumphant sensuality. Eren remained unmoved by her playful accusation. In a swift, decisive movement, his hand shot out, gripping her neck with a possessive firmness, his thumb pressing against the frantic pulse throbbing beneath her skin. Simultaneously, his other hand slid down her slick abdomen, his two fingers finding the engorged, slick entrance to her pussy. He paused there, the unspoken promise of deeper intimacy hanging heavy in the charged air between them. "And you, Seven," he murmured, his voice a silken threat, "will beg."