Lilian's hand finally made contact, her fingers wrapping around his length, and she let out a soft gasp at the feel of it. The heat, the hardness, the sheer weight of him in her hand—it was overwhelming in the best way possible. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, and Elias could see the mix of awe and anticipation in her gaze.
"I… I didn't expect it to… to be like this," Lilian whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of the water lapping around them. She stroked him slowly, her touch tentative at first, as if she was still trying to process the power she now held in her hands.
Elias let out a low groan, his hips shifting slightly in response to her touch. "It's the spell," he murmured, his voice deep and rough with desire. "It restored everything… maybe even more."
