The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the chamber, the wet slap of flesh on flesh mingling with their cries of pleasure. The intensity grew with each thrust, the bed rocking beneath them as they pushed each other closer to the edge. It was a symphony of passion that seemed to resonate throughout the manor, the walls vibrating with their cries.
The maids' cries grew louder, the sound of their pleasure bouncing off the stone walls and carrying through the hushed corridors. Even Lady Catherine and Lady Ashford, who were deep in conversation in an adjoining room, heard the muffled roars and gasps that pierced the otherwise calm evening. Their eyes met, curiosity and a hint of intrigue sparkling in their gazes.
