A Fleeting Dream [R18]
Michelle, without rushing, pulled Ein's shirt out of the way, throwing it roughly against the floor. As soon as she did, the well-proportioned muscles covering his chest and abs entered her vision, making her throat feel dry.
"You have a really nice body," Michelle muttered, a mischievous smile appearing on her face.
Ein returned her smile, pulling her closer before whispering to her ears, "That should be my line."
As if magnets, Michelle clung tight against Ein's neck, pressing her two mountains against his face, while he pulled her hips closer and tighter. Ein didn't waste time and stood up, despite his slightly aching leg, and carried her all the way to the bed, throwing her down on it.
The light was dimmer there, as there was no lamp present; only the radiant light bouncing off the wall coming from the burning fireplace was lighting up their bodies, their sweat glistening with a yellow-orange glow.