Her voice was barely above a whisper. "I'm yours, Your Grace. Take me."
Julian's cock twitched violently as he took a deep breath, his eyes darkening with hunger. He didn't rush. Instead, he leaned in close, letting his breath tease over her aroused skin.
"Hmmm..."
His fingers slid between her legs, gently brushing over the slick folds of her pussy.
"Y...Your...Grace..." Aryl's breath hitched, small moans trembling from her lips as he circled around, teasing her sensitive flesh.
Then, his touch grew firmer, inserting two fingers inside her warm, tight entrance, slowly stretching her open. Her head fell back, her eyes fluttering as her pussy clenched around him.
"Fuck... More… mhhhm… please…"
"Such a tease," he murmured, his voice low and rough.
His hands tightened on her thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he spread her wider, exposing her fully. Aryl's pulse raced, her wetness pooling deeper, aching for more of his touch.
