The two lovers satiated their desire, and it was now time to return to the mansion. Michael nestled Layla in his arms after he tied the laces of her floral dress. He carried her with utmost care, with her head resting against his broad chest, her hands holding onto his neck.
Layla shut her eyes, noticing the guards coming into her view. She was not wearing her panties. The reason Michael tossed it earlier with force was that it couldn't be found later, which was more reason for her to feel more wary.
"Just relax, angel; they won't dare to set their gaze on you," Michael whispered close to her ear, seeing her face crushed with shamefulness. The way she looked at him with her pouty face made him want to kiss her mindlessly, even when they had just shared rounds of pure bliss.
