บททั้งหมดของ Revenge With The Enemy Alpha : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

KEAL The steam from the shower wrapped around us like a second skin as we stood under the shower a few moments later. I watched Gina’s back, the water cascading in rivulets down the smooth, graceful slope of her spine, beading on the soft curves of her ass before dripping away. My own body was a live wire, humming with a low, constant current. “Let me,” I murmured, my voice already rough. I took the shampoo bottle from her hand, poured a generous pool of silky shampoo into my palm. She leaned her head back into my hands with a sigh that went straight to my groin.I worked the lather through her dark, wet hair, my fingers massaging her scalp in slow, firm circles. She moaned, a soft, throaty sound lost in the patter of the water. I took my time, kneading the tension from her neck and shoulders, feeling every one of her muscles surrender under my touch. Every glide of my hands over her slick skin was a prayer of gratitude.Rinsing her hair was its own intimacy. I cradled her head, shi

GINA His hand found my head, his fingers stroking through my wet hair with a tenderness that made my heart clench. My turn, I’d said. And he’d let me. He’d surrendered just as completely as I had moments before. The symmetry of it, the beautiful, equal exchange of power and pleasure, left me feeling both humbled and powerful.“We should…” I murmured, my voice raw.He just grunted, his fingers still moving in my hair. A soft chuckle rumbled through him. “Give me a minute. I think you broke me.”I smiled against his skin, pressing a kiss to his thigh. “Impossible.”Somehow, he found the strength to move. He reached past me and turned off the water, leaving a sudden, heavy silence in its wake. The air was thick and humid. Keal grabbed two large, soft towels from the heated rack and wrapped one around me first, rubbing it over my shoulders and back with a gentle thoroughness that felt like another caress. I took the other towel and did the same for him, drying the hard planes of his ches

GINAThe afternoon sunlight spilled lazily across the front porch when we stepped outside, still warm from lunch and a little drowsy from how much we had eaten.The air smelled like pine and distant rain. The mist that had hovered in the morning had lifted, leaving the mountain stretch open and golden. Everything felt suspended in peace.Keal carried a small wooden board and a box of cards out with him.“What’s that?” I asked, narrowing my eyes suspiciously.He smirked. “You said you wanted something relaxing. So we’re playing.”“Playing what exactly?”“You’ll see.” His eyes glinted in challenge.We settled on the wide porch swing bench first, but he decided the small round table near the railing would be better. “Proper battlefield,” he said gravely.“Battlefield?” I laughed. “I didn’t realize this was war.”“It is now.” He winked at me as he said it. He opened the box. It was a strategy board game. He explained the rules with exaggerated seriousness, tapping pieces into place like

KEAL The kiss I gave her was a promise, a prelude to something deeper than the playful game we’d just finished. I could feel the heat of her skin, the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath my lips as I trailed them down her neck. The scent of her arousal, sweet and musky, filled my senses, and a possessive, tender hunger bloomed in my chest. I didn’t want to take her right here, not yet. I wanted to savor. To worship her body first.In one smooth motion, I bent and slid an arm behind her knees, the other cradling her back. She let out a soft, surprised gasp as I lifted her effortlessly against my chest. Her arms looped around my neck, her naked body a warm, pliant weight in my arms. I carried her from the fire-lit living room, down the dim hallway to the bedroom.I laid her down in the center of our bed, the white duvet cool against her heated skin. She looked like an offering, her dark hair fanned out, her body pale and lush in the moonlight. I stood at the foot of the bed, just lookin

GINAHe was still inside me, a warm, heavy presence, when he set his forehead against mine and kissed me. It was a soft, lingering kiss, full of the profound tenderness that had defined our entire night. I could feel him, semi-hard but still filling me, and the sensation was a sleepy, intimate comfort. Then, with a gentle roll of his powerful body, he turned us around. The world tilted, the duvet tangled around our legs, and suddenly I was sprawled on top of him, his chest a solid, warm pillow beneath me. His hands settled on my hips.“I want you to ride me, sweetheart,” he said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble against my ear.My heart stuttered. A cold, sharp lance of pure fear shot through the warm haze of afterglow. Ride him? I’d never… I’d always been beneath. The idea of being in control, of setting the pace and taking him into me… it felt impossibly vulnerable, a spotlight on my inexperience. The fear must have flashed in my eyes, because his hands tightened, a reassuring squee