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    “You’ve turned naughty!” she eximed, ring at him.


    Was this the same reserved and distant Vincent she had once known?


    Vincent kissed her once more. “Oh, I can be much worse. You’ll see. Next time, don’t tempt me so openly.”


    Yet, he appreciated her assertiveness. Who wouldn’t be thrilled when the woman they cherished took the initiative?


    His kisses wandered lower as his hands drew her closer, exploring her waist. During their embrace, Vincent’s towel slipped off, removing any barrier between them.


    Katelyn’s cheeks burned intensely, as if they might ignite.


    “Rx,” Vincent whispered gently.


    Aware that this was Katelyn’s first time, he proceeded with extreme care, intent on not causing her difort.


    Vincent kissed her soothingly, guiding her to a state where her body naturally responded to his touch. He then gently began to make her his own, gradually.


    Despite her escting passion, when they finally connected fully, Katelyn felt a sharp pain that pierced the pleasure. She pushed against Vincent’s chest, letting out a soft whimper. “It hurts,” she said.


    But her vulnerable expression only fueled his desire more.


    Vincent swallowed hard, trying to control himself, and murmured near her ear, “Stay still, please. I’m trying to be careful.”


    She was unaware of how enticing she was. At that moment, he desired nothing more than to lose himself in herpletely.


    But he restrained himself. He would not let her first experience be tainted by any difort. That was not what he wanted for her, nor for their future together.


    Vincent tenderly caressed her, kissing her sensitively.


    Slowly, he noticed Katelyn’s body rx, her initial hesitance melting away into a rhythm that matched his own. Only at this point did he proceed, each move made with the utmost gentleness.


    Once Katelyn seemed fullyfortable and receptive, Vincent released his restraint, channeling all his passion and love into her unreservedly.


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    That night, Katelyn was swept up in a seemingly boundless sea, her emotions cresting and falling like tumultuous waves. She held onto Vincent tightly, her nails embedding in his back and waist.


    As dawn broke, the storm within her gradually calmed. Katelyn was left lying on the bed, utterly drained. She was more worn out than if she had run miles with heavy gear on her back.


    Vincent watched Katelyn as she fell into a deep sleep. He bent down, kissed her forehead tenderly, and whispered, “Good girl, sleep well.”


    His voice carried a deep warmth.


    Despite feeling tired himself, he took the time to gently clean her with a wet wipe. Then, lifting her in his arms, he carried her to an adjoining room where heid her down and tucked her in carefully.


    When Vincent returned to their bed and noticed the crimson mark on the sheets, his expression grew more affectionate. He picked up the hotel phone and called housekeeping.


    The next day.


    By the time Katelyn awoke, it was already noon. Before even opening her eyes, she reached out for Vincent, but found his side of the bed empty.


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