Time melted away. Minutes became hours.
The pool echoed with the sounds of their passionate mating—the wet slaps, desperate gasps, and low growls blending into a symphony of lust.
Alexa's body arched, her hands clutching at Ross's broad shoulders, legs wrapping instinctively around him as they moved together in perfect, wild rhythm.
Despite her loud cries of pleasure, astonishingly, no one came to interrupt them. Yet Alexa didn't care.
The fear of being discovered had long since vanished, replaced by a single, all-consuming thought: Ross.
Every moan, every shiver, every desperate gasp was for him alone.
With him, she could surrender entirely, give herself without hesitation or restraint, and she did—body, mind, and soul.
Ross noticed every reaction, every shiver and every tightening of her muscles, and he matched her movements with unrelenting fervor.
