The soft carpet caressed Daniella’s back as Samuel kissed her with raw desire, but now with a different intensity. The wild urgency had given way to something slower… more intimate. But no less erotic.

Their bodies were still warm. Sweaty. The marks of what they had just done were stamped on their skin—bites on her neck, scratches on his shoulders, the mix of pleasure dripping between her thighs. But Samuel’s eyes said: this isn’t the end yet.

“Get up,” he said, firm but ...