"Pat pat pat pat!"
The sound of the rain grew louder and louder.
Countless raindrops fell on the eaves, the roof, and the windowpanes.
Inside Angel's room.
The sheets piled on the bed were quite disheveled, with scattered lingerie and wrinkled bedding, all seeming to speak of the fierce battle that had just taken place.
The pleated skirt had found its way to the floor at some unknown time, like a discarded toy, no longer cared for or needed.
And on this large, pristine bed, the blanket formed a landscape of rolling hills, obscuring the view, but through the gaps, through the subtle undulations, Angel's exquisite body was revealed.
Angel's legs were slightly raised in the air.
With Sam's movements, they swayed up and down as if boneless.
They seemed as though they might fall at any moment.
But they did not fall, for a strong hand was gripping those sensual calves.
