He focused on the present, on the moment, on how much more he wanted so badly, searching for his discarded pants and using them to tie Eridanys’ wrists together over his head, all while the siren purred with each touch. Sitting back on Eridanys’ stomach, Alba took in the sight of him, like drinking in a tall glass of sparkling wine. Face flushed, mouth and chin wet from where it’d tongued every inch between Alba’s legs. Eyes sharp and directed right at him, like an animal playing along, knowing full well it could break free and do whatever it wished whenever it wanted.
