The night had fallen, and the hotel bedroom was bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight.
The air was thick with the lingering heat of the day's passionate encounters, and the scent of desire still clung to the sheets.
Wang Jian lay between Princess Mariana and Princess Valeria, his strong arms wrapped possessively around their naked, voluptuous bodies.
The two sisters, their skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, breathed heavily, still reeling from the events of the morning and afternoon.
The room was silent, save for their ragged breaths, the weight of their shared experience heavy in the air. Mariana's hand absently traced circles on Wang Jian's chest, while Valeria lay with her back pressed against him, her body trembling slightly from the intensity of their intimacy.