Warning: Explicit scene.
Ingrid's touch lingered on Caym's face, her fingertips tracing the contours of his jaw as their lips met in a fervent kiss.
As Caym's hand trailed along Ingrid's thigh, his touch sent shivers of anticipation coursing through her body. The silk of her skirt pooled around her hips, the fabric whispering against her skin as Caym's touch grew more insistent.
Ingrid's breath caught in her throat as Caym's fingers danced higher, teasing the hem of her skirt. A soft moan escaped her lips, muffled by the intensity of their kiss. Every nerve in her body felt alive, electrified by the raw desire that pulsed between them.
