Marcus carried Alana in his arms, her delicate figure nestled against his chest as he strode toward the bedroom. She was a peerless beauty, elegant and graceful even in her shyness, and the sight of her flushed cheeks and eyes overflowing with affection, their depths rippling like autumn waters, caused the restraint he had been holding onto to disappear almost instantly.
He lowered his head and gently kissed her trembling lips. A sweet taste mingled with the faint fragrance of a hundred flowers, filling his senses as the warmth in his heart steadily intensified.
"Master…"
The nervous beauty squirmed slightly in his arms in a token attempt at resistance. Yet when she looked up at her master and felt the warmth of his broad embrace and his strong masculine presence, her nervousness could not overcome the sweetness and affection filling her heart. She had never experienced such intimacy before, but the love she felt for him made it impossible for her to truly pull away from his kiss.
