I guided Natalia into my bedroom, one arm wrapped possessively around her waist. Her body still trembled slightly against mine, the aftershocks of her orgasm making her unsteady on her feet. I closed the door behind us with a soft click that felt like the sealing of a pact.
"Wait here," I whispered, leaving her swaying slightly in the center of the room.
The only illumination came from the city lights filtering through my half-drawn blinds, painting everything in muted blues and purples. I moved to my sound system and pulled up my phone, connecting to the speakers. A few taps later, a heavy bass line poured from the speakers, the volume cranked high enough that I could feel it vibrating through the floorboards.
Slow, sensual R&B filled the room, the kind of music that was basically sex translated into sound. The singer's voice was low and rough, promising filthy things over the thrumming bass.
