Chapter 115: A Vivid Morning
The red room was quiet now, its crimson walls softened by the faint morning rays filtering through heavy curtains.
The black leather bed beneath us was warm, tangled with a black sheet that draped over our naked body. My muscles felt heavy but calm, the frenzy of the night with Elizabeth, the First Lady, leaving me drained yet strangely at peace.
My mind drifted somewhere maybe because of exhaustion, and in that hazy space, a vision of Aeri appeared. Her voice echoed, soft and clear, calling my name—"Ezra..."—her bright smile vivid, her naked body glowing in a pool of darkness. Her hands reached out, cupping my cheeks, her touch gentle, grounding. "Are you tired, Ezra?" she asked, her voice tender, her eyes searching mine.
"A little..." I muttered, my voice cracking, the weight of life.
Her presence a soothing calm, pulling me into a fleeting dream.
"There... there...don’t worry I am always with you. You’re the closest soul to me," Aeri said, wrapping her arms around me, her chest warm and soft against my face. I closed my eyes, sinking into her embrace, the comfort washing over me, easing the ache of my body and mind, her heartbeat a steady rhythm.
The dream faded, replaced by a similar warmth in the different setting and the faint chirping of birds outside. My eyes fluttered open, my face nestled between big, soft boobs, the skin smooth and warm.
I stirred, soft "Umm..." escaping my lips as I woke, blinking against the dim light. I looked up and saw Elizabeth, the First Lady, sleeping peacefully, her black hair with golden highlights splayed across the pillow, her naked body pressed against mine, her arms loosely hugging me and legs over my waist, the black sheet tangled around us.
Her breaths were slow, her face relaxed, a very opposite to the commanding fire of last night, the red room now a quiet haven, the music gone, the candles all just a leftover wax.