Aeric was frozen. He gazed at her over his shoulders, seeing that look in her eyes and instantly recognized it. That longing and desire. Something he was all too familiar with after numerous intercourse with Headmistress Lysandra.
He looked down at what she was wearing. The silver colored kimono-like robe didn't cover a majority of her breasts. The V-shaped split below her neck exposed a great deal of cleavage, popping out and reflecting the bright chandelier lights in the room.
Feeling her palm grasping tight on his, he could feel her heaten up, and her gaze became more lost and forbidden the longer it lingered on him.
The Crest was gone, so she was doing this completely on her own free will as well. But why? What was wrong with her?
Obviously she didn't just want him to stay and watch her undress, she wanted something more. As though it was a forbidden word, Aeric mused in his mind that what she wanted rhymed with duck and mum.