"Marcel! What are you doing?" Jenna giggled, playfully slapping his back.
"Just taking what's mine," he replied, his voice filled with mock seriousness, but the glint in his eyes told her she was his everything.
Marcel carried Jenna straight to their room, his strides purposeful and his grin unyielding. Gently, he laid her down on the soft mattress, their playful banter now replaced by an electrifying tension.
Jenna wasted no time; her hands were already on the hem of his half-open shirt. With a swift motion, she tugged it up, revealing the chiseled contours of his toned body. Her fingers traced the hard lines of his abdomen, the warmth of his skin igniting a fire in her touch.
As her hands moved up to his chest, Marcel’s hand found the back of her head, fingers tangling softly in he
