My muscles, still marked by Athos's careful touch from the previous night, seemed to throb in a slow reverberation, like an echo refusing to dissipate.I sat on the edge of the bed, the satin robe slipping naturally from my shoulders, exposing the delicate curve of my neck, the soft line of my décolletage, and the tops of my breasts, which trembled from the morning's coolness and the heat of the memory of what had happened. The aroma of fresh coffee wafted from the kitchen in waves, mingling with the scent of the sheets and the silk, but my thoughts were far away, far from the safety of routine, trapped in that fire Athos ignited within me—invisible, insistent, and dangerously vivid.I felt like a woman divided: on one hand, the Isadora I knew—cautious, restrained, silent; and on the other, the woman who was beginning to emerge there, a wild creature, ready to explore, feel, and challenge her own limits.When he appeared, there was no rush nor empty words. Nothing but a deep gaze, the
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