"Mm—"
The room was… a bit dark. Walls of smooth, dark-polished wood curved seamlessly into a ceiling of living, fragrant mahogany, its branches artfully framing a circular opening to the star-dusted sky.
"Mmhh… mph…"
A soft, perpetual breeze, carrying the scent of night-blooming jasmine and damp earth, whispered through the space, rustling the sheer moss-green curtains that draped the arched windows.
"Saintess… stop… just for a minute…"
The centerpiece was a bed, a vast expanse piled with pillows and woven blankets in the deep, vibrant colors of the jungle—emerald, burnt orange, and the rich brown of fertile soil.
And a tall, majestic figure was currently ruining its beautiful arrangement.
The man had to catch his breath. He didn't know how, but somehow, Cecilia had… leveled up. Her kissing was different from the last time they… they…
Her tongue…
Her… suction…
It was as if she'd downloaded a five-star manual directly into her nervous system.
