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    In that moment, Vincent was the only one who could see her like this. What Katelyn didn’t realize was how much Vincent cherished these moments. He wanted to see her overwhelmed with passion—because, to him, that was the greatest reward.


    Katelyn couldn’t take it anymore. Her voice trembled as she pleaded, “Honey, ah, please let me go. I really can’t take it.”


    She had no strength left, barely able to stand, wanting nothing but his warmth.


    Seeing her flushed cheeks and the way she leaned into him, Vincent finally stopped. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and letting her rest against the wall.


    With a deep, husky whisper, he murmured, “I’m yours.”


    A wave of pleasure crashed through Katelyn, drawing a soft moan from her lips as her limbs turned to liquid beneath her.


    She clutched desperately at the shower hose, steadying herself against the slick tiles to keep from copsing.


    Every thrust sent shivers cascading through her body, each sensation more overwhelming than thest.


    In the aftermath of their passionate union, Katelyn’s limbs had surrenderedpletely. She melted into Vincent’s supportive embrace, utterly dependent on his strength.


    With tenderness, Vincent bathed her quivering form before gathering the dazed Katelyn into his arms and carrying her to the bedroom. Utterly spent, she couldn’t summon the strength to move even a single finger, capable only of resting against the cool headboard.


    Vincent lowered her onto the sheets with exquisite care. His fingertip traced the delicate bridge of her nose as affection softened his voice. “Rest now. I’ll fetch the hairdryer so you won’t sleep with wet hair and wake with regrets.”


    The thoughtful gesture revealed his intimate knowledge of her—how sleeping with damp locks always cursed her with morning headaches. Though her lips remained still, Katelyn’s gaze clung to Vincent’s retreating form, drinking in every line of his silhouette as he turned away.


    Your escape begins with ga ln ov els .


    In that crystalline moment, the revtion struck Katelyn with stunning rity—gathering the courage to be with him had been life’s most brilliant decision. Their rtionship flowed with remarkable harmony, unmarred by a single argument since they’d found each other.


    This profound connection transcended everything she had dared to imagine possible between two souls. Their perfect synchronicity felt almost ethereal, as if plucked from the realm of dreams rather than earthly reality.


    Upon his return, Vincent caught the intensity of her gaze and paused, his expression softening with gentle concern. “What is it?” he murmured.


    His eyes searched hers, wondering if she needed something he had forgotten.


    However, Katelyn’s lips curved into a smile as she gave a small shake of her head. “Nothing at all. I’m just overwhelmed by how perfectly happy I feel right now.”


    The thought of a life without Vincent left Katelyn’s imagination barren and cold—a canvas she couldn’t begin to paint.


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