Inolda's throaty moan ripped through the quiet of Alex's room, a raw, desperate sound that bounced off the walls.
Her back arched off the rumpled bed, pink curls fanning across the pillow like a neon halo, wild and untamed.
Alex's lips locked around her nipple, sucking hard, his tongue flicking with a relentless rhythm that sent a jolt of electricity through her.
The ceiling's crystal orb cast a silvery glow, bathing her sweat-slicked skin in a soft, ethereal light.
Her vibrant tunic hung open, unbuttoned and splayed, her bare breasts exposed, heaving with each ragged breath.
Her bold eyes fluttered, half-lidded, drowning in arousal as pleasure surged through her, a sharp, white-hot current that made her thighs clench, her moans spilling out in broken gasps.
"Fuck, Alex," she groaned, voice thick with need, her fingers digging into his blonde hair, yanking with a desperate edge.
The sensation was overwhelming, a burning ache that pulsed through her core.
