Chapter 124 Complications in the war

Oscar's hands were gentle, almost reverent as he cleared the table of the scattered papers and devices, revealing the pristine wood beneath. He moved with an easy confidence, his body language suggesting a familiarity with this routine that bordered on intimacy. As Mariama watched him work, a sense of anticipation fluttered in her stomach like a trapped bird. When he finally turned to face her, his expression was fierce and unyielding, burning into her very soul. His eyes were like dark pools, deep and mysterious, drawing her in despite her better judgment. And then, in a move that was equal parts tender and commanding, he gently pushed her down onto her back on the table. Mariama's heart thundered in her chest as she felt the cool wood beneath her bare back, the rough fabric of his pants against her skin. She arched her hips up into him, hungry for more of his touch. He smiled down at her, his lips curling into a wicked grin, before his hands found their way back to her hips.