The darkness fell as the demon sought satisfaction. His gaze burned with gay desire. A heavy silence lingered in the air, interrupted only by the sound of desire unwinding. Every fiber tingled with anticipation. He discovered himself in a domain where limits faded, where ardor ruled paramount. The touch was electric, a spark igniting a fire profound within. The hug intensified, a testament to the unvoiced wants that pulled them together. Every sensation intensified, a peak of sheer ecstasy. Their bodies interlaced, a palette of raw art. The night unveiled with uninhibited pleasure. Each push was a statement of wild ardor, a rhythm that resounded across the room. The universe external disappeared, leaving only this very instant. The peak approached, a surge of intensity washing over them. Sheer liberation, a joyous oblivion. The demon discovered that which he searched for, a completion that surpassed mere corporeal touch. The morning light stole in, unveiling the consequences of a night of wild ardor.