Before she could finish, she stumbled forward, right into his chest. Pyris had moved fast and caught her effortlessly, his hand sliding around her waist, pulling her close. His other hand gently cradled the back of her head, his touch both tender and possessive.
"Mother~" Pyris' voice was a whisper now, and Emberly felt herself shudder against him, her resolve crumbling.
Her expression softened, her body losing any sense of pulling away, betraying her mind that was screaming for her to get a hang of herself.
Despite being his mother, their posture was anything appropriate for a mother and son no matter what bond the two shared, yet despite all the rationality, her mind was screaming at her; her body wanted something else entirely.
Once again, like back then, she felt herself unable to resist his charms; she found herself being attracted to her Pyris.
