Aragona and Ragna stood embracing each other, feeling the heat increasing by the second. Their bodies pressed tightly against one another, their hearts beating in sync as the intensity of their connection grew. The air around them seemed to sizzle with electric anticipation as if they were on the verge of igniting a passionate fire that could consume them both.
She moved a few steps back and unclasped her gown, which in turn fell to the ground. Her bare skin glistened under the soft glow of the moonlight, revealing a delicate silhouette that enticed him further. Aragona's eyes traced every curve and contour, his desire for her intensifying with each passing moment. As he reached out to touch her, a surge of longing and anticipation coursed through their veins, solidifying their unspoken agreement to surrender to the flames of passion that awaited them.
