Chapter 110 His Jealousy

• The room was thick with the sound of impassioned moans. Laboured breath mingling with the sound of flesh meeting fresh filled every corner of the room.
• When their bodies were well spent, Morshella climbed down from the man's body, laying next to him with her head on his chest.
• "I must confess, Wystan, you do not act your age at all," she was still breathing heavily, drawing an invisible line on his chest.