Beelzebub liked this disobedient side of Esther. He pulled her wrist just enough to tug them without pulling her down to collapse over his chest.
Pulling her hand, he placed her palms over his chest, "I don't think I can dislike anything coming from you. However, unlike how I appear I love it if you could be gentle to me."
Esther's eyes narrowed and she looked at him archly. "I trust that in this position that should be my word."
"Don't worry," he winked, "Unlike you, I know how to hold back quite well."
The oil lamp in the room flickered when the wind blew through the gaps and cracks of the small hut. The shadows of the couple flickered across the wall next to them.
Esther's undergarments have slipped from her body, and the warmth they shared now was shared across each other by the touch of their skin contact.
