**Steamy Chapter Ahead**
Jenna's breath hitched at his words, her lips trembling as she tried to form a coherent response.
"Ye-s..." she finally managed to breathe out, her voice shaky yet filled with anticipation, her body already craving the pleasure he was about to give.
With her permission, Marcel wasted no time. His fingers slid away, leaving her aching for his touch, but the loss was brief.
The warmth of his mouth soon replaced his fingers, his tongue exploring her with a slow, deliberate intensity. Jenna’s entire body shuddered at the first touch, her hand instinctively tightening in his wet hair, pulling at the strands, needing something to anchor herself as the pleasure washed over her.
"Ahh!" she gasped, her back arching as her free hand pressed hard against the glass wall
