Luna was already giving herself up to the pleasure. She could no longer keep a rational mind as Caliste continued to play with her like a fiddle.
She wasn't even trying to resist anymore; she was giving in to the pleasure.
The thought that she was doing this for her daughter had vanished from her mind at once.
Instead, her mind was filled with her instincts.
'He smells so good. Why does it feel so good when he touches me?'
Her mind was filled with questions like those. She was starting to obsess over Caliste when he hadn't done "anything" to her just yet. He was only playing with her body a little. It was only a matter of time before Luna would not look at her husband ever again.
Luna, who had changed position, was now facing Lucius with her legs around his. She pushed him down on the bed, not caring in the least about the noise.
