The air swirled around them kind as summer when Rhys pressed his mouth to her throat. With every roll of her hips the shadows receded further into their corners, and as her thighs trembled, no curios rattled, no portraits wept. The house was blissfully silent save for her breathless giggles and Rhys’ encouraging murmurs.
This whole paragraph is a light gray on my kindle and im not sure why?
