His Defiant Little Breeder
His fingers flexed against my waist like he was fighting the urge to do more.
When he finally released me, his hand lingered, sliding slowly down my hip before he stepped back.
“Stay close to me,” he said, voice rougher than before.
We continued the rest of the way in thick silence, the tension between us growing with every careful step.
When we finally arrived, my breath caught.
The hot springs were breathtaking.
Crystal-clear water bubbled from several natural pools, steam rising gently into the air.
The water glowed a soft turquoise from the minerals beneath, surrounded by lush greenery and smooth rocks. It looked like something out of a dream — private, beautiful, untouched.
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