บท 43: Scene XLIII

"... Fierce?" — Drowsy to the warmth of his breath trespassing the thin silk, Ewelina weakly asked. Finally letting the hands that had come to rest on his shoulders enjoy the feel of his skin.

"... Enough so your throat awakes sore again... Or soundless."

A mischievous smile looked up at her as his hands went down to grab the woman's buttocks and sink their fingers in that gentle gap between her legs.

"..... fuhh... gulp." — She swallowed in thrill at his enticement.

"Do you think we can do it before the tub arrives, Wife?"

"..... I-... I do not know..."

Heated she had started to gasp while breathing at his touch which made her body fidget impatient.

'Ah... He's... He's who is fierce... Inconsiderate... Haah.. Asking such unthoughtful things at this time...'

Ewelina thought as she observed him dig his nose into her softness as the feel of his greedy hands kept testing her control against lust.

"... I don't know." — She repeated, dazed by his presence.