Velriona took a deep breath, trying to avert her eyes from Neonidas. However, the young man's determination and self-assured demeanor captivated her more with each passing second. Her body, tense under her nightgown, writhed in a whirlwind of emotions. On one hand, she wanted to maintain control and preserve her composure as a mother. On the other, desires long suppressed over the years flared up with every word Neonidas whispered in her mind.
"I know what you want..." Velriona whispered, her voice barely audible, trembling. She fixed her gaze on the rug beneath her feet, the flush on her face evident.
Neonidas approached her with a sly smile on his lips. "Then there's no need to resist, is there?" he murmured, letting his hand rest lightly on Velriona's shoulder, his fingers grazing her skin. The touch sent a ripple through her body, like an electric wave.
"Neonidas…" Velriona's voice wavered between warning and surrender. "This… isn't right."