"Wanna do it?" Elara's voice was a soft whisper, filled with excitement and nerves.
Theo's heart raced, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. "Now?" he asked, his voice strained.
Elara nodded, a mischievous glint in her eye.
"Yes, in secret," she murmured.
Theo felt torn, his mind racing with thoughts of his lover.
But he couldn't deny the pull he felt towards Elara.
"But, you need rest," he protested weakly.
Elara's hand reached out, her touch gentle yet firm.
"It's okay," she assured him, "I want this."
He knew he was playing with fire, but the desire was too strong to resist.
"Your pain is not yet relieved," he reminded her, trying to be the voice of reason amidst the growing storm of passion.
Elara's breath hitched, and she leaned into him. "My body is ready for you," she whispered, her eyes never leaving his.
