Dante, despite his shock, maintained his steady grip on the steering wheel, his eyes darting to the rearview mirror. His knuckles were white, but his focus remained on the road, ensuring their safety. Silas, meanwhile, had twisted fully around, his jaw slack, witnessing the raw, unbridled passion erupting in the backseat. He saw Kai's face, a mix of disbelief and intense pleasure, and Clara's, eyes closed, lost in sensation, a low growl rumbling in her throat.
The car became a bubble of intense, forbidden desire. Clara continued her relentless rhythm, each thrust a defiance, a joyous celebration of her own rediscovered body. Kai's moans grew louder, more guttural, his hands now gripping her ass, pulling her even deeper, matching her frantic pace. The windows, thankfully tinted, offered a
