"He leads her back into the main suite, the cool air of the room a stark contrast to the steamy bathroom." Corvina moved toward the bed. Her legs felt like liquid, still trembling from the force of her first orgasm, but a familiar, insistent ache was already beginning to bloom deep within her. She sank onto the bed again, the mattress yielding beneath her weight. Mark followed, his movements predatory and deliberate, coming after her. She could feel the warmth of his body before he even touched her, a phantom heat that promised more to come. He was a presence that filled the space, and as he leaned over her, she could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing, a counterpoint to her own shallow, gasping breaths. "Mark pushed her gently, a firm but insistent pressure on her shoulder." Corvina complied without a thought, lying down flat on her back, the white robe a modest cloud around her still-sensitized body. Mark leaned on top of her again, his weight a welcome anchor, his knee
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