In the dim light, the pale body trembled gently.
The silk sheet slipped from the shoulder, exposing delicate shoulders and spine to the air, the moisturized skin reflecting the light of the bedside lamp, breaths slowly subsiding. A finger touched the flushed pointy ear, and an uncontrollable moan leaked from the throat as the finger trailed the outline of the ear.
It took a while for Blunhill to recover from her playful actions, her bright eyes looking up at a face as sculpted and elegant as a dream, calling out in a murmur.
"However… Your Excellency."
Bodies pressed together tightly, their smooth skin rubbing against each other, as if to transfer their scent, heads turned to press closely against the chest, listening to the solid and steady pulse while asking with confusion.
"I'm not doubting your judgment, but… will Richelieu really take action against Castile as expected?"
