“Baby... Hold on. My bag’s about to fall,” the breathless woman whispered, trying to rescue her designer bag, which had snagged on the handle of the closed executive suite door.
But the man in front of her had completely lost his senses. His breathing came hard and fast, his eyes filled with a desperate demand for release. Ignoring the interruption, his fingers swiftly pulled down the zipper of the woman’s miniskirt, letting the fabric slide to the floor. With one possessive jerk, he lifted her curvy body onto the bed and buried his face in the hollow of her fragrant neck. “Baby, you’re so damn sexy tonight,” the man growled in a deep, husky voice.
“Baby, not there! Uhm...”
In the dim corner of the ceiling, an invisible entity hovered with her arms folded across her chest. Amara watched the scene below with one eyebrow raised, acting like a film critic judging a cheap romance scene.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. That guy looks so strong and manly. Just look at those biceps,” Amara muttered, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Okay, let’s put him to the test. I’m going to enter that woman now!”
Without wasting a second, Amara dove downward at full speed. Exactly one second before the lovers’ intimate union took place, Amara’s spirit surged inside, slipping through the woman’s pores and taking control of her nervous system. A chill shivered through the room for a second before finally giving way to the electric sting of blazing desire.
The woman’s expression changed completely in an instant. The coy smile that had been fixed on her face was replaced by a wild, confident grin. Now in control of the sexy body, Amara lightly kicked the man in the chest, sending him sprawling on his back, then climbed atop him with a sensual movement. She crooked one finger, beckoning him with an incredibly provocative, challenging gesture.
“Baby, I’m coming...” the man whispered, his eyes darkening at his partner’s sudden aggression.
“Ahh!”
Amara let out a low cry as the man’s perfectly erect cock pushed inside her and filled her. For a moment, Amara’s eyes went wide. The tangible sensation of skin rubbing against skin and the rush of endorphins exploding through this human body felt utterly intoxicating to her long-dead spirit.
“Yes, keep going, baby... Deeper!” Amara cried excitedly. Her adventurous spirit flared to life. With lightning speed, Amara reversed their positions. Now she was straddling the muscular man, moving wildly and dominating him from above, demanding the satisfaction she had longed for all this time. “Ahh, yours is so big and muscular. This feels so good.”
But just as Amara increased the pace and began enjoying the rhythm of the burning passion... “Baby, I can’t hold it anymore!” the man groaned loudly. His body tensed violently, then slowly went limp like jelly running out of power.
Amara froze in place. She blinked in disbelief at the man beneath her, who was now snoring softly through ragged breaths, even though the battle had lasted less than five minutes. Irritation and annoyance instantly filled her chest.
“What?! That’s it?!” Amara grumbled inwardly.
It turned out that this man, who looked like a superhero, had absolutely pathetic endurance. Furious at feeling deceived by his outer packaging, Amara simply left the woman’s body. Her spirit shot upward, pierced through the ceiling, and floated out of the luxurious suite without looking back.
“That guy was so weak! All he’s got is the body, but his stamina’s like instant noodles—he goes soft in three minutes! He doesn’t have any real power at all,” Amara complained. Her spirit drifted listlessly through the open air again, hugging her knees amid the night wind she could not feel.