To complete the scene, Astrid, who until then had only been holding him with possessive care, let her lips slowly trail down Aziz's neck. Her kisses were warm and provocative, as if trying to mark territory. With each touch, her warm breath caressed her son's skin with an ambiguous tenderness, something dancing between affection and hunger. It was as if her kiss spoke more than words ever could.
"Darling... why is your body heating up so much?" she whispered, bringing her lips closer to his ear. Astrid's hot breath made him shiver, his body arching slightly between the arms of the two women. The heat, once internal, now radiated through his skin like live embers craving contact.
"I-I... haaah... I-I don't know..." Aziz replied, his voice shaky and breathless, as if the words were smoke rising from a body in flames. His mind seemed to spin in spirals, each touch a new flame igniting beneath his skin.
