BUT ONLY LOVE CAN TELL (ENGLISH VERSION)
He laid me down gently on the mat, his lips never leaving mine.
His fingers traced along my waist as he hovered above me, eyes burning with hunger. “Still cold?” he whispered against my skin.
“Not anymore,” I breathed, arching into his touch.
He took his time undressing me again, each piece falling away as his lips explored every inch of my skin. The walls of the hut echoed with the soft sounds of our passion—whispers, gasps, moans muffled by kisses. His movements were slow, intense, as if savoring every second.