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    They did little to conceal anything beneath. The shape of his arousal strained persistently against the fabric.


    His voice came low and thick,ced with teasing heat. “Didn’t you say we needed a shower? nning to wear that in?”


    Even now, with everything they’d shared, warmth crept into Elena’s cheeks.


    Her jacket had already been discarded in the heat of their earlier kiss, leaving her in a snug white knit top and pale blue jeans. The jeans hugged her legs, and the fitted top did little to hide the elegance of her form.


    Wesley caught the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Elena raised her arms to help.


    Under the bathroom light, her smooth skin glowed like porcin. His gaze darkened, and for a moment, his breath caught in his throat.


    He couldn’t hold back. Lifting one of her legs, he stepped closer, positioning himself between her thighs.


    Elena bnced on the edge of the sink, her arms instinctively looping around his shoulders for support.


    One hand gripped her waist while the other worked to unfasten the button and zipper of his pants. Within moments, their discarded jeans and trousers joined the growing pile on the floor.


    His lips trailed down her skin, his breath hot and electric, igniting every nerve in its wake. His fingers found her, parting her gently, opening her with deliberate care.


    Her back met the cool mirror as his body pressed against her. It didn’t take much—her desire bloomed, her body melting beneath his touch.


    Feeling her wet and ready, Wesley didn’t wait. He pulled his hand away, raised her leg, and drove into her with a single, hard thrust. Her tight warmth enveloped him, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.


    The steady rush of water and the rhythmic sound of their bodies filled the room.


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    He started slow, drawing out every gasp and shiver, then thrust deeper—each movement designed to erase everyst barrier between them.


    Elena lost track of time. Pressure built, fierce and unrelenting, until her body trembled and her thoughts shattered into fragments.


    Wesley slowed his pace, his movements shallow, prolonging her pleasure until it lingered on the edge. When she finally came back to herself, she realized he was still hard and buried deep inside her.


    Without pulling out, he lifted her and stepped beneath the stream of warm water, never breaking their connection. His thrusts remained deliberate, deep, and relentless.


    His voice rasped against her ear, thick with desire.“You’ve had your turn—now it’s mine.”


    And just like that, he began again, iming her with a fresh wave of searing intensity.


    Water cascaded over their entangled bodies, spilling to the floor around their feet.


    An hour had passed when Wesley, with Elena nestled in his arms, stepped out of the steam-filled bathroom.


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