"Now time for next step heheheh"
The steam wove a thick veil, curling through the bath chamber like a living thing, turning candlelight into a molten haze that softened edges until the world was only heat, shadow, and pulse. The marble lip of the bath, cool against Lyan's spine, anchored him as the rhythm of their bodies surged, a tide that owned them all. Josephine's hand, bold and unyielding, gripped the swell of him, her fingers sparking fire where they moved—slow at first, then faster, a cadence that matched the quickening of her breath. "Wow, it's like holding a log," she teased, her voice a husky laugh, her tongue flicking against the tip, tasting the salt and heat of him. The pulse beneath her touch thrummed harder, a river rising under her command, throbbing with a need that echoed in her own core.
