Eren pushed into her, and a guttural cry tore from Mira's lips—raw, unrestrained, echoing through the night. Her voice spilled past the window, carried out into the quiet tavern beyond.
One hand clutched the top of her head as beads of sweat gathered at her scalp, trailing down to her temples before scattering across her flushed skin. Eren rocked into her again, deeper, steadier. Mira's hand slid from her temples to her mouth, pressing against it—desperate to muffle the moans she could no longer hold back. Her eyes clenched shut, every nerve alight with sensation.
Beside them, Velira sat silently, watching.
Her gaze locked on the rhythm—Eren's body driving into Mira's, Mira gasping in helpless pleasure. The sight alone sent a wave of heat flooding through Velira's core.
From beneath her gown, thick, syrupy trails of arousal slid past her already loosened panties, spilling down her thighs—pooling onto the futon beneath her.
And still, she didn't look away.
