Ragnora's entire body went rigid.
Isabelle, seemingly oblivious to the effect her words were having, continued in a dreamy, poetic tone.
"He's a master in bed. A connoisseur under the sheets. He can make a woman moan and whimper with just a few simple moves. The things he does with his hands, his mouth, his—"
"Isabelle!" Ragnora hissed, her face burning. "You don't have to say such things! I have no intention of—"
"You saw it yourself last night." Isabelle interrupted, her cheeks flushing slightly. "You did watch me with my husband."
Ragnora's face somehow turned even more crimson, a deep, bluish red. She remembered the scene vividly.
Cassius's massive member penetrating Isabelle's fragile body. The sounds. The movements. The pleasure on both their faces.
