Shattered stone littered the passage as Naevora carried Brandon effortlessly on her back.
Brandon's eyes lowered instinctively, following the rhythm of her breasts with each sway.
He smiled to himself before leaning closer, rubbing his cheek softly against hers and the warmth of his skin brushed along the edge of her jaw.
Naevora's eyes narrowed slightly. "Brandon. Are you watching where we're going… or something else?"
He let out a chuckle, "Both."
She just shook her head helplessly and continued walking.
His chin now rested against her shoulder as his eyes wandered openly, following the subtle rise and fall of her cleavage as if hypnotized.
"Besides," he whispered, his breath tickling her ear, "how am I supposed to ignore this view? Front-row tickets to every bounce."
Naevora exhaled sharply "You're annoying."
Brandon's fingers crept up from where they clung around her shoulders, his hand brushing along Naevora's cheek.
