ELARIAN
With each intimate moment with Aeros, an overpowering emotion surged within me, taking control and keeping me awake each night, waiting to hear him open my door and walk in.
The moisture between my thighs, the state of my rock-hard n*****s, the fluttering feeling that exploded inside me every single time I set my eyes on him, and the sharp pain that came with his rejection, all these little details combined to make me realize just how much I now cared about Aeros.
It felt as if his touch had been specifically made for me. As soon as he touched me, my tense muscles relaxed, and the relief that came with his simple gestures he makes, like gently running his fingers through my hair or brushing his thumb over my bottom lip—created a much stronger connection to him.
Every single tim
