In the dimly lit chamber that belonged to Roshan, the candles set on the table crackled against the silence of the night, already melting halfway as the soft wistful breeze swayed its yellowish-orange light back and forth.
Climbing up the bed while he stood at the foot of the big comfy mattress, Anna's eyes raked over the sexy glacier as his hands reached to loosen the straps of his night breeches, pulling the straps free.
Every lineament of his glistening body was clear as though the sculptor had taken an ample amount of time to get such a perfect image in his head.
They were both soaked from the pool and their skins visibly flushed from their make-out session. Anna tried to be thoughtful and suggested they'd dry up first, so they don't wet the bed but the impatient demon dismissed the idea, claiming the bed would end up getting wet either way.
