Anastasia and Caspian were now lying down hand-in-hand, breathless after the lengthy and fiery physical exertion.
The white sheet that they were sleeping on had patches of pink and red smeared on it. The colors got transferred when all those red petals got crushed and some even pulverized under the constant thrusting and slamming of their bodies on them.
Anastasia had no idea where her husband had tossed the pieces of her gown. At the moment, she didn’t care about them. As there was no one around to see, she was satisfied with barely covering her body with the sheer linen chemise that her husband had offered her after finishing their intense skin-to-skin exercise.
The chemise fell down to her thighs; her smooth legs were glistening under the silvery light, and so were her thin arms and her slender neck.
