The white sheet dancing the gentle current of zephyr wind, Mort strides back to the villa carrying the beauty in his arms and Klauss tailing them from behind. From the undeniable black-and-gray theme deluxe master's bedroom suite, with unique artworks and tall sliding glass doors, a cozy, masculine aesthetic dominates the place. A soft dark gray rug on the footstep of the bed. Behind the sheer silver-white curtain offers expansive ocean views and a touch of a tall modern cylinder lampshade creating a serene vibe.
His sleeping sanctuary wowed Sumire. Mort walks towards the bed and gently lays the maiden on the soft mattress. Her knees were still weakened, a moan escape from her lips when a streak of pain struck her hips and back. Mort steals one more kiss from her forehead and down to her lips.
"Just get some rest. I'll prepare your bath water." He said in a husky tone with their foreheads intimately pressed together while his eyes were fixed on the Sumire's lips.
