Whispers of Devotion
As the morning sun cast its gentle rays upon Naria's face, it beckoned her to awaken from her slumber. She leaned forward, squinting her emerald eyes and rubbed them delicately with her slender fingers. Letting out a yawn, she stretched her back, as if she had danced all night long.
But then, a sudden memory flooded her mind—the sweaty skin of Raiver, his passionate moans, and heavy breaths. Her skin flushed with heat, and she instinctively concealed her face. "Oh my God! We committed adultery last night!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with alarm.
Yet, before she could fully grasp the weight of her words, a warm hand gently touched her arm and drew her closer. A muscular arm enveloped her petite frame, and she could sense his proximity as he leaned closer to her ear.