Nuru walked towards the inn with a man. He was the one tracking them in the city, and he informed him about their visits.
As the night draped its cloak over the land, the world outside went quiet as people retreated to their homes to rest. However, on the top floor of the inn, the atmosphere was charged with passion and desire. Aragon and Norchelle were lost in each other's embrace, completely consumed by their need for each other. Their bodies moved in sync, almost as if they were two halves of a whole, perfectly matched in their desire.
With each touch, each kiss, they seemed to forget the world around them, lost in a world of their own making. It was as if nothing else mattered, as if they were the only two people in existence. Their love was all-encompassing, a raging fire that burned bright and hot, consuming everything in its path.
