Ava was lying down on the bed, catching her breath. Her leg was wide open, her hands stretched wide. The dress was tangled on her stomach, down to half of her thigh. With the sweat mixed with it, the dress became uncomfortable. She wanted to take it off, but she didn't have the energy to do so.
For some reason, her husband liked it even more when they were doing it. It was shown in the intensity with which they were doing it. Maybe her husband was still upset, but she felt like it had nothing to do with what had happened in the Hurakan Kingdom.
She could feel it when they were doing it. Despite the growing intensity, her husband was not rough. Her dress might crumple, but there was no tear or stretch. In fact, she liked it more this way.
A sultry moan came from her side. While she was resting, Jasmine took over. Her dignified voice was long gone. It was replaced with pure desire and pleasure.
