Egon approached her with a calculated stride, his hawk-like obsidian eyes fixed on her with a predatory intensity. The darkness of their pull seemed to deepen further as he closed the short distance between them, unabashedly displaying his desire for her.
With a swift motion, he retrieved a glove from his robe's belt and wore it messily using his hand and his teeth, never breaking eye contact with her. "Come here," he commanded, his grip pulling her towards him from behind.
She complied, wrapping her arms around his strong neck, a surge of relief washing over her as their bodies connected. Egon's hand rested on the small of her back, while the other supported her beneath her thighs as he bent down to lift her.
As she gazed down at him from his embrace, his eyes consumed her entirely.
"Wrap your legs around my waist. It's a long way down," he instructed.
