Laying on the bed, Lucian was gently brushing Isabella's silky blue hair as she lay naked next to him, her head on his chest.
The soft strands flowed like water through his fingers, catching the late afternoon sunlight that filtered through the ornate windows.
Each strand seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly glow.
Isabella's breath came in soft, contented sighs, her body warm against his.
The curve of her hip, visible beneath the thin silk sheet, rose and fell with each breath.
Her skin, pale as moonlight, bore a faint sheen of perspiration.
As Lucian's fingers continued gently, Isabella suddenly looked up.
"Lucian?" Isabella murmured softly, her azure eyes gazing up at him with a mixture of contentment and curiosity.
"Hmm... What is it? Do you want more?" He said with a teasing smile, his hand under the silk cupping her soft boobs.
