Jaston climbed the stairs behind her like a man who already knew he was lost—and who loved every step toward surrender. Hellen walked ahead, naked, hips swaying in a deliberate rhythm, each movement a silent sentence. Her body still carried the remnants of the kitchen: goosebumped skin, thighs glistening with wetness, hair plastered to the nape of her neck from recent sweat. She didn’t need to look back to know his eyes were fixed on her, hungry, pleading.When they entered the bedroom, Hellen closed the door slowly. The click of the latch sounded like a final seal. The air inside was thicker, hotter—it smelled of crumpled sheets, morning sex, anticipation. She turned to face him, eyes gleaming with a mix of desire and newly discovered authority.“Lie on the bed. On your back,” she ordered, without raising her voice, but with a firmness that allowed no hesitation.Jaston obeyed. The mattress sank under his weight. He lay down with his arms at his sides, chest rising and falling quickl
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