The silent garden became increasingly ambiguous. Su Li's kisses traveled down her long, warm neck, lingering at her fair collarbone. Suna tilted her head, unable to suppress the cat-like whimpers as her body trembled slightly, her sword-wielding fingers tightly gripping the fabric behind Su Li's back, knuckles turning white. The knight's determination seemed to be waning in the face of a more primal instinct.
"Cousin... not here..." she gasped, her voice heavy with nasal tone and a hint of pleading.
Su Li chuckled softly, lifting her into his arms. Suna cried out in surprise, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck. She wasn't light, but Su Li's strength made carrying her seem effortless. Holding her, he strode towards his manor's main building deep within the estate.
The bedroom door opened and closed, moonlight streaming through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the wide, carved wooden bed.
