He needed a moment—just one moment to breathe.
Okay, maybe he needed more than just one moment.
But really, he just needed time to make sense of his reaction, his body, and that fierce energy that was all around him.
He just wanted to know if it was normal.
Because right now, everything felt far from that.
But the little wife barely managed one breath of relief before something tightened around his waist.
The tendrils.
They were moving again.
Slow at first. Testing. Almost… searching.
"W… wait," Luca whispered, though his voice trembled too much to sound convincing.
He didn't understand what they were reacting to. He didn't understand why they still wanted to move him when they had literally just finished, right? His thighs quivered as the tendrils lifted his hips, not high, just enough for the cold air to brush his sensitive skin.
A soft whimper escaped him.
