Rafael pecked at her red lips, tracing them delicately with his tongue, savoring the sweet taste between their lips.

Eileen felt even more tense under his leisurely demeanor.

With a mischievous grin, Rafael glanced at her and trailed his fingertip along her spine. "Be good, relax..."

His voice always held a certain charm, deep and magnetic, as if it could lure her into the endless depths of the night.

Eileen wrapped her arms around Rafael's, her eyes unfocused as she gazed at the moon in the sky.

The moon above, behind the tree branches, stared at Eileen, as it stared at the world.

At the Qeaslouver Mansion.

Grace checked her...