Early autumn winds were chilly and brisk.
Out in the wilderness, the wind was strong, but there was a stark contrast inside the car!
Inside the car passion was ablaze.
Zaiden Santos pulled off his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and turned off the interior light.
Ann Nolan closed her eyes.
In the relentless claiming of each other, Ann seemed to catch the scent of roses in the air.
At first, she hadn't noticed, but now... she smelled it.
Zaiden's body had no perfume scent, but carried a faint rose fragrance.
In the repeated tumult, Ann was too weary to open her eyes, listlessly hooking her arms around his waist.
She didn't know how long it had been before the torment finally ended.
Ann had never experienced pleasure from such acts, it was more often than not coerced.
Just like her first time, half a month after their wedding, Zaiden, drunk, had stumbled upon her coming out of the bathroom.
As inevitably as a fire set to dry wood, she had given herself to him.
