The night remained dense outside, but inside the loft, time seemed to have stopped, or rather, bowed to the will of the two bodies provocatively teasing each other without shame. The air smelled of sweat, sex, and saliva. They were naked, wet, their bodies marked by all they had already done. But Samuel still wanted more.

And Daniella did too.

She lay on the rug before the extinguished fireplace, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, nipples hard, skin flushed and damp. ...