Leon teleported them both.
Vworp!
The room materialized around them, and the sight that greeted Leon made his cock throb with painful intensity against his pants.
Seraphine was on the bed. Completely naked. Her amethyst hair spread across the pillows like a halo, her legs spread wide, her fingers tracing lazy circles between her thighs.
Squilch.
Squilch.
She was looking directly at him, her lips parted, her eyes dark with invitation. One finger beckoned him forward.
Come here.
Leon's control nearly snapped right there.
Instead, he smiled. A slow, predatory smile.
His spatial element flared, and in an instant, his clothes and Ira's vanished, deposited neatly in the corner of the room.
Snap!
His arm wrapped around Ira's bare shoulders, his hand finding her breast immediately—warm, soft, her dark nipple already hard against his palm. He pinched it, rolling the bud between his fingers, and Ira let out a moan that was half gasp, half plea.
Ahnn!
