The night deepened, the sky housing different sizes of twinkling stars and back in Coco's house— soft moans and heavy breathing filled the room she's currently in.
She remembered Quizen leaving her in the bed to fetch her something to drink, but five minutes hadn't passed yet when Zaque walked in and decided to lift her off the bed to carry her out of the fourth husband's room.
When they got inside, Zaque dropped her in the bed and made her drink water, but after that— she remembered nothing else, but pleasure.
"Z-Zaque!" Coco cried out, her face buried in the pillows, her fingers white-knuckled where they gripped the sheets.
She can feel that there was a fine sheen of sweat over her back, along with her hair that is a mess of tangles, but all of this didn't seem to matter to the mediator because he kept moving against her.
His large hands were warm, almost too warm, where they roamed over her bare skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
