The hotel room was silent, save for the ragged rhythm of shared breath. Cool air kissed your heated skin, a sharp contrast to the burning weight of Eleazar’s hands on your hips. He had guided you here, to the edge of the bed, his every movement a silent command. Now, on your knees, with your back to him, you felt the world narrow to the feeling of his warm, naked body behind you. A low, shuddering sigh escaped him as he leaned in. You flinched, expecting a kiss, but it never came. Instead, his face pressed firmly, irrevocably, into the soft expanse of your bare ass. He buried himself there, nuzzling deeply, as if seeking air. God… his voice was muffled, thick with revelation. This. I knew it. I could smell it all day all night. His arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you in place as he inhaled again, a long, deliberate drag. A hot rush of shame and arousal flooded you, making you dizzy. So much better than hers, he muttered, the words a hot confession against your skin. Sweeter. Purer. Mine. You trembled, a soft whimper escaping your lips—part protest, part surrender. The initial shock was melting, replaced by a terrifying, calm clarity. This was wrong. This was happening. And you were letting it. His tongue darted out, a searing stripe against your skin, making you jolt. Stay calm, he soothed, his grip tightening. Just let me… appreciate what I’ve taken.