Warning: Explicit Scene.
As Ingrid's gaze traveled down Caym's scarred body, her eyes lingered on his manhood, exposed in all its glory. It stood proud and erect, a testament to his desire and arousal. The size was still a bit shocking to her, nearly twice the dimensions of the erect phalli depicted in the medical books she had read before. It was thick and veined, pulsing with every beat of his heart.
Ingrid a tingling sensation between her thighs, a primal urge urging her to reach out and touch, to explore every inch of his hardness. Yet, she also desired for the Grand Commander to take the lead. There was something about seeing him break his usual stoic demeanor that tickled Ingrid's heart.
Caym watched her reaction with a hungry intensity, his own desire evident in the darkening of his gaze. "Your Highness, stop me now if you wish," he said.
