As the night deepened, Sicily and Gregory found themselves drawn closer together, their kisses growing more urgent and passionate. They moved from the library to Gregory's bed, their desire for each other undeniable.
In the dim light of the bedroom, their bodies tangled together in a frenzy of need and longing. Gregory's hands roamed over Sicily's skin, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. She moaned softly against his lips, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.
Their clothes soon became a hindrance, and with eager hands, they shed them until they were both bare, their bodies pressed against each other in a heated embrace. Gregory's touch was electrifying, igniting a fire within Sicily that burned hotter with each caress.
As they moved together in a rhythm as old as time, Sicily felt a sense of freedom and abandon she had never known. Gregory's body was a revelation, each touch and kiss driving her closer to the edge of ecstasy.