Milia lowered herself slowly onto him, her movements tender yet full of anticipation. Her breath grew unsteady as sensation overwhelmed her, and she let out a soft moan while her body pressed closer, adjusting to his presence. Sol, utterly entranced, could only watch the graceful sway of her hips as she leaned into him, hidden by the folds of her maid's skirt, which only heightened his desire.
As their connection deepened, Milia arched her back, struggling to contain the waves of pleasure. Sol gripped her waist to steady her, his focus locked on the warmth and closeness they now shared. Though her tone remained playful, her eyes revealed a deeper longing that mirrored his own.
The rhythm between them grew stronger, drawing them further into each other's embrace. Her body trembled at every motion, her soft laughter mixed with gasps of ecstasy. Pressing against his chest, she looked down at him with a tender, mischievous smile, her breath quick and unsteady.
Sol whispered her name with unguarded sincerity, words that carried affection more than lust. That honesty touched her deeply, softening her smile into something more vulnerable, even as her movements pressed them closer together. With each moment, the bond between them became not just physical but emotional, as though fates had entwined them in this night of passion and closeness.
When at last they reached their peak, their embrace overflowed with warmth and devotion, binding them in more ways than one. They collapsed together in exhaustion, yet Milia's playful glint remained in her eyes, promising the night was far from over.