Bound sovereign: Reincarnated with the lust system

Eran's fingers lingered near her lips for a moment, brushing lightly, just enough to draw her attention. "So… that's the summon you called me for tomorrow?" he murmured, low and teasing.

Her gaze flickered down at his hand, then back to his eyes, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "Yes," she said softly, voice even, almost conspiratorial. "But it's… not exactly just for you. The council expects precision, and… well, you'll see. It's Dire's announcement. It matters more than you think."

Eran leaned back slightly, his eyes narrowing with that unreadable edge. "I thought I heard both you and Evelis talking earlier. Something about records and… protocols?"

Selene tilted her head, letting her gaze drift over him for a heartbeat, then spoke softly. "Yes… but there's more. About Evelis' absence tomorrow."

Eran's brow lifted slightly, still leaning close, playful, but attentive. "Oh? Do tell."

She stepped a fraction closer, her tone deliberate, each word measured. "The council needed records and protocols to be precise. Evelis mentioned it earlier, but I wanted you to hear it directly. The parchments, schedules… everything must reflect the truth. Nothing should be left to chance."

Eran's smirk didn't waver, but his eyes sharpened subtly. "And why exactly is he absent?"

Her gaze softened almost imperceptibly, voice lowering as she explained. "He went to visit his mother outside the district. Her spirit core has been weak for some time… only light mana has been sustaining her all these years. He wanted to ensure she's stable while he's away."

For a moment his eyes followed her calmly, unreadable, yet faint amusement flickered in the corner of his smirk. He let the moment linger, the weight of her words settling in.

And then Selene stepped back slightly, her own smile faint and teasing, letting the warmth between them stay alive. "I just wanted you to know… so no one misreads his absence."

He chuckled low, tilting his head, letting his fingers drift from her lips. "Noted Evelis has his reasons. Makes sense."

Selene's eyes caught his, a soft laugh escaping, barely audible, teasing. "I know you will."

The air held their closeness for a few beats longer, subtle warmth, the quiet intimacy lingering even as the night pressed softly against the windows.

For just a second, Eran's thoughts flickered elsewhere... back to Miyu, to the look she gave him earlier, the heat in her flushed face, the way she struggled between pride and something she couldn't name.

A faint smile tugged at his lips before he even realized it.

Selene caught it.

She leaned in, closing the space between them until her full chest pressed softly against his. Her voice dropped to a whisper, warm enough to melt the air between them.

"Eran…"

His gaze lowered, amusement glinting as his hand drifted slow, deliberate, brushing against the curve of her thigh beneath the edge of her clinging fabric.

Selene's breath hitched... not from fear, but from the sudden coil of heat that ran through her. She shifted slightly under his touch, not moving away, letting him feel how close she really was.

Eran's smirk deepened. "You know…" he murmured, low, "you make it too easy when you come this close."

Selene chuckled softly, tilting her head up to meet his eyes, playful even as her body betrayed her composure. "Maybe I want it easy."

He brushed his thumb along her skin once more, savoring the quiet tension that filled the room, before finally letting his hand slide back, leaving her with the warmth of his touch lingering like an echo.

As Eran's hand slid back, Selene caught it, her fingers curling around his wrist.

"Don't," she whispered, guiding his hand back to where it had been — her thighs.

Eran's smirk deepened, that slow, knowing expression tugging at his lips as he leaned closer. His head tilted low, close enough for her to feel his breath ghost against her ear.

Then, with unhurried deliberation, he shifted behind her. One hand brushed along the line of her thigh, fingers slipping beneath the edge of her tight fabric. His touch didn't need to go far, but the heat radiating from her made her shiver instantly.

Her breath caught, head tilting back against his chest as he gently cupped her neck with his free hand. The position arched her back slightly, forcing her hips to spread wider beneath his hold.

Her legs parted, slow, and hesitant, but she didn't stop.

Eran stayed just short of where she wanted him, his fingers tracing slow lines that made her tremble. "I can already feel your heat from here…" he murmured against her ear, voice low. letting the words sink into her like a brand.

Selene's lips parted in a soft exhale. "I'm already wet for you, Eran." Her grip tightened on his wrist, daring him to go further, yet savoring the torment of his restraint.

Their eyes locked, her head tilting back just slightly, chest heaving like she couldn't draw in enough air.

Eran's amused smirk deepened, and with a slow, deliberate kiss that barely brushed her lips, he murmured against her mouth,

"Then become more wet for me."

His hand drifted lower, grazing the soft inside of her thighs, spreading them apart with unhurried precision. Her breath hitched. The fabric of her skirt slid upward beneath his fingers, bunching higher, until her legs were fully parted... and there, just barely, he caught the glisten through her soaked panties.

Selene bit down on her lower lip, shivering as the heat between them grew thick enough to choke on.

His hand stayed right where it was, not moving further, just resting there, claiming the space between her parted thighs.

Her head tilted back deeper into his arms, throat exposed, eyes fluttering before she forced them open again to meet his gaze.

"You really enjoy watching me like this, don't you?" she breathed, her voice laced with heat and challenge.

Eran's smirk curved slower this time, deliberate, as if savoring her every word.

"I enjoy watching you struggle to stay composed," he replied, his thumb lazily brushing the inside of her thigh, just enough to make her hips twitch.

She let out a low, breathless laugh, the rise of her chest quickening. 'Don't make me beg for it,' she whispered, her lips curving into a smile that gave away just how much she wanted this.

And then, slowly, Eran's hand brushed over her soaked fabric, just enough to make her breath catch.

A moan escaped her lips before she could stop it, raw and unguarded, her hips jerking upward from the shock of sensation. And Eran's palm stayed firm against her thighs, holding her steady, while his other hand kept her neck cradled, letting her arch back against him.

His finger traced the damp line over the cling of her panties, and his low whisper curled against her ear.

"You're so hot here," he murmured, the faintest smirk in his voice. "I can feel your folds even through this."

"Mmh… Eran…"

Her lips parted as if the words themselves were trembling, her thighs pressing tighter against his wrist.

His thumb grazed higher before pulling back just enough to make her twitch from the lack of contact. While his other hand brushed across her face, thumb running over her lips until she almost caught it between her teeth.

He bent lower from behind, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her mouth, her head tilting back into him helplessly.