[Warning! This Chapter Contains Mature Content Not Suitable For Young Readers]

He halted, removed his mouth, and stared up at her as he felt her legs shake. In the dark room, he resembled a leopard ready to pounce on his prey. His eyes were deep and intense, fixated on her. He straightened up and lifted his weight up her body as he was on top of her, Lucia was sweating and biting her bottom lips hard to keep her voice from leaking out.

As the night sky suddenly exploded with a brilliant burst of colors, a cascade of vibrant light pierced through the curtains, casting their intertwined shadows onto the rumpled bed. Callum's chiseled features were bathed in the radiant light that filtered through the delicate curtains, casting a glow upon his rugged, yet impossibly handsome face.

His jet-black hair falling gracefully over his forehead as he stared in wide-eyed wonder at Lucia's serene face.

Lucia laid under him, with her eyes closed, still lost in the land of ecstasy. As he gazed at her, he noticed the adorable way her small teeth playfully nibbled at her lower lip, giving her an alluring, seductive charm. Callum found himself utterly captivated by this simple, yet enticing gesture. He couldn't look away, his eyes glued to her.

His eyes, a captivating shade of green, lingered intently upon the enchanting vision before him. Her skin looked like freshly fallen snow, which possessed an almost delicate quality - soft, smooth, and pale like cream. His gaze trailed along her delicate form, and he couldn't help but notice the tender imprints he'd left upon her collarbone and the gentle rise of her large bosom.

The fireworks continued for a while, lighting up the sky with brilliant colors. Lucia felt her heart slow down and heard nothing but silence from the other person. Her eyes, a brilliant shade of blue seemed to twinkle in the fading light.

The delicate corners of her eyes were tinged with the softest blush of pink, lending her gaze an enchanting warmth. Yet, when her gaze turned to the figure before her, all she saw was the silhouette of his face, shrouded in the dimness that followed the firework.

Callum's lips descended upon hers with a tender, unhurried movement, a fleeting taste of a moment that begged to linger. He pulled away reluctantly, as though grappling with inner turmoil, his eyes reflecting a battle between restraint and desire. The turmoil inside him yearned for the kiss to continue, to lose himself in the intoxication of her.

Lucia felt her heartbeat return to normal. She was lost in thought, replaying the scene in her mind back to that chance encounter with the half-dressed stranger earlier in the evening.

Her thoughts swirled in the delicate quiet of the room. She pondered the sensation of their bodies colliding as she watched. In that moment, Lucia discovered the intoxicating allure of desire, and she couldn't help but muse to herself, "So, this is what it feels like."

"What is it?"

In the hushed aftermath of their passionate moment, Lucia was suddenly brought back to reality by Callum's voice, his words breaking the fragile silence that had surrounded them.

Startled, she instinctively used her arms to shield her chest, though she knew he couldn't see her. He knew what she just did and thought to himself, which part of you haven't I seen already? Lucia shut her eyes, feeling embarrassed. Her cheeks turned a shade of pink.

Muttering softly, "This... this wasn't what I had in mind."

Callum, hearing her, couldn't help but chuckle. "Tell me about it,"

Lucia, still recovering from the intensity of their shared experience, closed her eyes momentarily. It wasn't as though she could see anything in the darkness anyway. But her body still tingled with the sensitivity of their encounter.

"I think," she began to say, "I think this game has gone on for quite a while..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Callum's voice interjected, teasing and playful, "let's not forget that you seemed to enjoy it just as much as I did."

Callum, turning to face her with a grin, pausing for a moment. "If you don't believe me," he suggested, "we can always try again."

She couldn't handle his teasing anymore. She sighed and said, "Will you stop? Why did I even agree to this?" He looked away and then back at the ceiling in the dark room. He said, "You felt pleasure, didn't you?"