Lucian stood over Eloise, his eyes gleaming with a mix of dominance and admiration.
Her breath came in shallow gasps, her motherly chest rising and falling as she lay beneath him, a look of exhaustion and satisfaction playing across her features.
"I didn't expect you to be so rough, nephew," she murmured, her voice low and hoarse, her lips curling into a faint smile.
Lucian's smirk deepened, his eyes tracing the lines of her form, "you didn't seem to mind."
Eloise chuckled, her laughter soft and filled with a playful satisfaction, "true. I might have enjoyed it more than I expected."
He admired her for a moment longer, his gaze lingering on the way her body glistened with his cum and her sweat.
Her golden hair framed her flushed face, and the faint sheen of perspiration on her skin seemed to catch the dim light of the room.
