Erik noticed her hesitation and cocked an eyebrow. "Oh?"
He truly hadn't expected her to still hesitate at this point. Curious, he leaned forward and gripped her chin possessively, a lustful grin on his lips. "Do you need more convincing, little Leia? I truly am busy, but I'm not leaving this room until you are fully mine."
"Ah~!" Leia muttered absentmindedly, her eyes locked onto his. She obviously knew what he meant by convincing her, and the previous few hours had already burned the desire for more into her being.
Heat flushed through her body, and her eyes then drifted down to Erik's naked waist to look at the object of her desire, the weapon that broke the wall she'd put around herself, and the staff that subjugated her.
For a moment, Erik saw an idea flash through her eyes… but then she quickly shook her head—or as much as she could with Erik gripping her chin.
