Fifty Shades Of Lovia
“Ahhhh, fuck!..“
I stopped mid-step, then began looking around.
The door beside me, slightly ajar, flickered with candlelight and shadows.
Then another moan followed—sharper this time, feminine and demanding.
“Gimme!, yess!..“
I knew that voice—Alana.
I leaned closer, just enough to peek through the gap between the door and the frame. The room was dim, styled like some ancient Venetian confession booth with gold walls and a mirror angled toward the ceiling.
And there they were—Lucas Motilfaco and Alana, tangled together on the edge of a chaise lounge.
Her robe had fallen open completely, silk wrapped around her elbows like loose chains.
She straddled him, hands tangled in his hair, hips grin