Sometimes sex is a part of love, but it can also have nothing to do with love.
In the repeated thrusts and collisions, Roy's waist and legs grew weak, so she simply held onto the half-height wall, breathing shallowly and deeply. She was very close to Theodore, almost as if enclosing him in her embrace, her soft breasts trembling and shaking, brushing against her fiancé's cheek several times. The cherry-red nipples pressed against the thin silk, exuding a call-of-the-wild allure.
Yes, allure.
Theodore's whole body was tense, with fine beads of sweat rolling down his temples. His usually calm and cold black eyes were misty with an abnormal dark red, like ground scorched by underground fire.
The ointment applied to his sensitive areas was working relentlessly, stimulating his skin, teasing his desire. The pain from the whipping became ambiguous, with a soul-devouring itchiness covering his entire body.
He was still in pain.
But the pain and desire intertwined, indistinguishable.
