Tressa lingered on the gate's threshold, hands clasped low against her abdomen. A soft flush crept into her face as her gaze locked on him.
"No… no problem at all," she murmured.
*Squeeze~*
Daniel delivered a firm squeeze to her ass through the fabric of her dress, It clumped slightly between his fingers, the subtle drag of cloth against skin sending a hidden shiver up her spine.
"What if someone sees us here?" she asked, her voice soft, edged with unease.
"Then they'll see exactly who you belong to," he murmured, voice low and rough.
*Slap-Squeeze*
Daniel guided her into his room, their steps silent and sure, with no hesitation as they crossed. He turned the doorknob with a soft click, sealing them in. Then, pressed her gently back onto the bed's rumpled sheets.
Tressa sank against the mattress, hands splayed limp above her head. Meanwhile, Daniel loomed before her and peeled away his tunic and satchel on the floor with a quiet thud.
