Fera and Gladwin started removing their dresses. They were on to each other like matting snakes. Their surroundings started to heat up. Fera becoming more ferocious. Gladwin was just moving with the flow.
As the scene before him unfolded with escalating intensity, Sam felt his pulse quicken and his breath catch in his throat. The air around them crackled with raw desire, the heat of their passion suffusing the surrounding landscape with an almost palpable intensity.
With each garment shed, Fera and Gladwin surrendered themselves to the primal rhythm of their desires, their bodies entwined like serpents in the throes of mating. Fera's movements grew increasingly ferocious, her primal instincts driving her towards a frenzy of abandon, while Gladwin, caught in the whirlwind of sensation, simply yielded to the intoxicating allure of the moment.
