Ethan Caldwell gazed down at the messy battlefield scattered across the floor. Beneath them lay a chaotic mixture of their combined fluids, semen, sweat, and various secretions, all blended into a murky puddle that spoke of their unbridled passion. Even the surface of the floor-to-ceiling mirror was marred by streaks of Julian Sterling's essence and their shared intimacy. The entire scene appeared somewhat out of control, a testament to the sheer intensity of the encounter they had just survived.
