The intense possession gradually weakened Eileen's body, and several times she nearly slipped from Rafael's embrace onto the table. The soft sobs from her nose blew onto Rafael's cheeks, coloring his earlobes red with warmth.

The silent morning light caressed the earth, filtering through the cracks of the doors and windows, falling upon them, creating the most beautiful painting.

"Hurry up..." Eileen saw that it was almost nine o'clock, her face flushed as she urged.

On her first day of work, she didn't want to be late.

Rafael hugged her and walked towards the stairs, teasingly saying, "This kind of thing isn't up to me to decide."

Eileen's body felt...