Ren lay there, still nestled against Elizabeth's warm, naked body, his face pressed gently into the soft curve of her heavy breast. The morning light continued to pour softly through the window, casting a golden glow across her pale skin. Her breathing was slow and peaceful, her body completely relaxed in deep sleep.
But Ren's body was not.
His cock had grown fully hard again, throbbing insistently against her smooth thigh. The curse's lingering hunger, combined with the intimate warmth of her body and the memory of everything they had done the night before, made it impossible to ignore. The thick shaft pulsed with need, the head already leaking a steady bead of precum that smeared against her skin.
He hesitated for a moment, guilt flickering in his chest. But the desire was too strong.
