(Author's POV)
"Argghhhhh …. St~op~ … st~ op~ …. move~ ing. Can you?" Alaric grunted, his voice came out heavy as he gasped for air. Their lips were just a few inches apart, his gigantic built caging Myra's relatively smaller body closely.
Myra, who has been just staring into his sapphires without blinking up until that moment, got flustered by his strained, suppressed voice. And then realisation dawned at what was truly happening. Though they both were fully clothed, the heat radiating from their inner sanctum was so obvious that it could burn down the entire place. His hardness pressing on, crushing her concealed opening, was palpable.
The profound silence and the ambiguous surroundings weren't working in their favor either. It made things worse.
