In his chamber, the room died out with most of the luminescence, cold and dim, and the only source of light cast the gold, tangerine rays that beamed between the thin gap of the curtain.
With its tiny blessing had graced the glistening firm muscles on Athan's back, tensing with every move he made as he was on top of Mystique.
Athan showered kisses and smooches on the sensitive areas as far as he could remember, with the loud moans that made him want for more. His large hands roamed all over her body, making sure not one bit of sensitive spots left unsung.
From the soft, cozy quilt sprawled out the streaks of vibrant periwinkle hair, Athan swept up a couple of strands and breathed it in, the kind of scent he longed for a long time. With Mystique's hair slipping right between his fingertips, he gazed at her alluring body—spread open and beyond vulnerable for his eyes to feast upon.
"Beautiful; such a majestic woman that you are..."
