Serena Rosette
I struggled against his strong hold, attempting to break free, but his grip remained unyielding. Resistance proved futile, and eventually, he gently lowered me beneath the cascading water of the shower. His touch, firm yet careful, guided me into the warmth of the flowing water, as though he were ensuring I wouldn’t slip away from him.
Slowly, he peeled his shirt away from my body, his fingers trailing lightly over my skin, mapping the contours of my form with deliberate tenderness. A shiver coursed through me, not from cold, but from the sheer intimacy of the moment. With a turn of the handle, the shower came to life, warm water enveloping me in a soothing embrace, the droplets drumming softly against my skin, washing away the remnants of the night’s turmoil.
His fingers
