"Please... deeper... mmm~ faster... fuck... yes~—yes!—yes! AHHH! Shit it feels so good, Sylvaris... more!"
The sounds of hot, wet sex echoed through the thin old wooden door.
Lilith stood before it, her hand hovering just inches from the handle. Yet she didn't move to enter. She knelt down quietly in front of the door instead, her eyes closing slowly as she listened. She had come to find Sylvaris — but the sound of moans froze her mid-step.
She didn't want to interrupt whatever was happening inside.
"So sinful..." she murmured under her breath, feeling the slow, unmistakable heat pooling between her legs.
One hour passed.
"Good girl, take it deep, yeah... just like that! Shit! I'm gonna! FUUUCK!"
Sylvaris's deep, primal roar shook the entire inn, rattling old wooden beams, making dust fall from the rafters. He didn't care who heard. He didn't care if the whole world listened.
He enjoyed Faylira's sweet, eager mouth, worshipping him.
