From the floor found several garments—sprawled and scattered—and some of it clung by the edge of the bed.
Within the chamber, walls echoed the ragged breathing and frantic voices that continued to fuel their desires.
Fatigue might've overcome his body, dulling his overall senses, but it was time for his thinking to cease and let his heart follow what his body wanted.
Athan was no foreign with the succulent, tender, and warmth from such embrace. His heartbeat, agreeing every time he thought of pulling Mystique closer and left no space in between such contact.
More and more of their skin crashed, and it sent sparks all over his body, enough to
A part of him bore hesitation, as this wasn't the kind of Mystique she had encountered, even when he had the chance to be with her on the bed.
She would put up much of a fight. Despite hitting rock bottom, she still bore that cold, strong gaze.
