Tournament was over. Finally.
Draven had spent hours dealing with nobles. Congratulations. Questions about techniques. Fake smiles. Political bullshit.
Whole time. One person watching.
Elise. Across the ballroom. Emerald dress. Low neckline. Breasts fuller than usual. That knowing smile on her lips.
Every time their eyes met. Heat. Promise. Need.
Now. Finally alone.
Her chambers. Master bedroom. Burgundy curtains. Moonlight through windows. Candles everywhere. *Flicker flicker.* Silk sheets already turned down.
She stood by the window. Still in that dress. It hugged every curve. Emphasized her tits. Fuck they looked amazing tonight.
Dark hair loose. Shoulders bare. When she turned. Smiled.
"My son, the tournament champion."
Walked toward him. Slow. Deliberate. Hips swaying. *Rustle rustle.* Dress shifting.
"You were magnificent today."
Hands on his chest. Warm through fabric. "I saw what everyone saw. S-Rank powerhouse. Could've destroyed any of them."
