Enock led Aesha to his lodging when they left the sailors bar. He was dying to lay his hands on her slim body and ravish her until morning. Along the way, he wished he could develop wings and they fly straight away to his room.
His passion was boiling, bubbling from within his body, seeking a means of erupting out. And he wanted nowhere else to erupt except in her innermost core. It is what he had paid for, it is what he yearned for.
He had gotten a room on the second floor of a commercial building in the port area. The reason he got it instead of going to a guest house was that it was close to the good bars at the port and he did not have to walk a long distance with the woman he got.
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Three hours later.
Warm and glowing light from a single half-burnt candle on a table next to the wall illuminated the room.