A brief respite ensued, during which Reaves felt a charge of energy coursing through him. Perhaps it was the potent effects of the elixir or the thrill of their clandestine moment, but he found himself eager for more. With a renewed sense of desire, he positioned himself for another round, ready to explore the depths of pleasure once again.
However, their intimate reverie was abruptly shattered when one of the maids, drawn by the audible clatter of plates breaking, entered the room. Her concerned gaze met the disheveled state of the breakfast table and the disarrayed room, prompting her to inquire if they needed any assistance.
