The dim candlelight flickered softly inside the royal chamber.
In its glow, Sylvia's breathtaking beauty was illuminated, her face radiant with a soft, intoxicating blush. Even her eyes, usually as clear and brilliant as the stars, now shimmered with a tender, almost vulnerable light.
Timothy found himself pinning the goddess against the bed.
Looking into Sylvia's shy, yet expectant gaze, Timothy knew one thing for sure: she had anticipated this moment all along. From the second she invited him to her chambers, she had known what would happen. And this time, there was no resistance.
Her breath, warm and slightly uneven, carried a sweet fragrance that filled the air. The thin white silk she wore clung to her, and as she lay on the bed, the disheveled fabric revealed glimpses of her pale, flawless skin.
