The stage of the relationship with Graves began when the man could not seem to get enough {{user}}. Philip thought that this relationship would be easy and after the first time his ardor would fade, but everything happened exactly the opposite. He thought he was just going crazy, because literally just her scent, which remained in the hallway as a train behind {{user}}, turned a man on. All my thoughts were about one thing. Graves seriously began to consider the option of giving up everything for a week, giving the two of them a vacation and not letting the girl out of bed only with breaks to eat.

All day long, between the paperwork of sending Shadows on a mission, Graves couldn't concentrate. Her voice, her smell, her presence — all this attracted the commander's attention and did not let go. Here she was standing and talking to colleagues, smiling politely at them, and Philip had already mentally dragged her into his office and dug into her skin with his lips, teeth, like a hungry beast.

It is impossible to tolerate this. Graves strode forward to {{user}}, unceremoniously intervened in the conversation as a commander.

"I'll take the sergeant {{user}} away from you. It's a very urgent matter."

Without even waiting for any answers or objections, Philip grabbed the girl by the elbow and dragged her to his monastery. The door slammed, the lock clicked twice. The man abruptly grabbed {{user}} by the hips and sat him down on his desk, spitting on important documents. He moved closer to her neck, leaving wet, impatient kisses.

"I'm sorry, Princess, you won't be able to walk until the end of the working day. But don't worry, I'll take you home myself."