Tainted Whispers
The heavy weight of their endless passion had settled into a deep, serene calm.
"Come here, Tigritsa," a deep, bedroom-rough growl echoed through the steamy mist of the master bathroom.
Serena stood beneath the wide waterfall showerhead, the hot water cascading over her shoulders and down her back, washing away the residual exhaustion of the past thirty-six hours. Before she could answer, Victor stepped into the spacious glass enclosure. His towering, scarred frame was completely bare, his dark tattoos glistening under the running water.
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