Eleanor, the Seductress

Eva felt heat rise up her body, her skin flushed with a mixture of confusion and desire.

She fought to maintain her composure, but the words came out, tremulous and shaky. "But... it's wrong, Eleanor. He's your brother."

Eleanor looked up, a knowing smile curving at the corners of her lips. "You say that because you haven't tried it," she said. "You don't even know what you're missing, Eva."

Eva felt a cold shiver run down her spine at the thought of what her sister had just implied. "What are you saying, Eleanor?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

Eleanor leaned back on the bench. "I'm saying, maybe if you knew what it was like to truly be taken, to feel that power, you wouldn't be so quick to judge."

Eva's eyes narrowed, her cheeks burning with anger. "What's that supposed to mean?"