In. Out. In. Out. The rhythm they created transcended mere physicality; it was an emotional bond that rooted them in something greater—a moment that drew them deeper into the abyss of love and raw vulnerability. Their hearts raced in perfect harmony, echoing the shared rhythm of their bodies as they swayed gently beneath the torrent.
“Every moment with you feels divine,” Sol whispered, moving his fingers along her arms in delicate patterns. “I never want it to end.”
“Neither do I,” Neoma replied, her eyes sparkling with intensity. “Just hold me like this. I want to remember it forever.”
Each movement became a conversation in itself, a silent exchange that spoke volumes of their shared trust and unyielding attraction. They were two wild hearts entwined in a cosmic dance, responsive to e
