Lady Isabelle remained frozen in the doorway of the guest chamber, her heart pounding as her eyes locked onto the scene before her. Lady Cecilia remained on the floor, her translucent dress barely clinging to her full breasts, her hands wrapped around Lucas's massive cock, slick with her saliva, her lips still glistening from sucking him moments ago.
The air was heavy with the raw scent of their intimacy, the oil lamp's glow casting shadows across Cecilia's half-naked form and Lucas's bare chest. Isabelle's initial shock at seeing Cecilia, a noblewoman, in such a compromising position with Lucas was sharp, a sting of betrayal that cut through her attraction to his genius. But that shock paled as her gaze fixed on Lucas's cock, its sheer size, thick and veined, standing proud and monstrous, overwhelmed her senses, drowning out everything else.
