Kazuha found himself excited bare his hand instinctively grasping his locks. A tremor ran through him.
He felt a presence an intense stare. He knew who it was. The air crackled with tension. His fingers traced the curve of his leg.
A silent promise unspoken yet powerfully felt. This was more than just a moment it was an unleashing.
Scaramouche's eyes devoured him. Every touch every look deepened the bond.
The world outside faded away. Only their bodies remained.
A hand reached out pulling him closer into an insatiable embrace.
Their bodies intertwined a dance of raw instinct.
The room filled with whispered words.
The archon leaned in his lips tracing a path down Kazuha's neck.
A shudder ran through Kazuha a silent plea for more.
Their movements grew more ferocious.
The boundaries blurred the world outside forgotten.
Every thrust was a step deeper into this sensual agreement.
The climax neared a wave of sensation.
Their bodies collapsed together satisfied.
The lingering scent of sex filled the air a thrilling echo.
