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The sound of hot water filled the room, creating a cloud of steam that softened the lights and isolated the two in a totally intimate space. The warm cascade was a balm for tired muscles, but the real source of heat in the small room did not come from the shower. It came from the silent, crackling tension between Theo and Yeonha, an electricity that the thick steam only seemed to amplify.
For a while, they stood in silence, a comfortable pause charged with anticipation. Only the sound of water and each other's presence filled the space. Theo faced Yeonha, letting the hot water run over his head and shoulders, steam rising from his skin. His eyes, however, were fixed on the beautiful figure in front of him.
The water droplets sparkled on her skin like tiny diamonds scattered on silk, and the steam blurred the edges of the world, leaving only her in focus, an almost ethereal vision amid the mist.
Yeonha, feeling the weight of his gaze, a gaze that was both predatory and adoring, smiled shyly. She picked up a soft sponge, lathered it into a rich, fragrant foam, and approached her. Her voice was a gentle murmur, almost lost in the constant sound of the shower, a soft melody amid the symphony of water.
"Come here, let me wash your back."
Theo did not turn around. Instead, he remained facing her, a slow, dangerous smile forming on his lips as his eyes roamed over the beautiful sculpture of loose hair in front of him. Her invitation was innocent, but his gaze was not. His gaze contained more than just admiration; there was a hunger there, one that she herself had caused with her presence, with every curve of her body outlined by the water.
And as if to provoke him further, to fan the flames already burning in his eyes, her eyes closed into two crescent lines, a mischievous smile taking over her face. With a calculated movement, she pretended to drop the sponge on the floor. The soapy sponge fell with a soft thud at her feet.
"Oh, how careless of me, I'll go get it..."
Smiling mischievously, Yeonha leaned over, her back to him. She bent down slowly, every inch of the movement deliberate and provocative, gently sticking her butt up, offering him a perfectly framed and irresistible view. The curve of her back, the way her hips rounded, her pale skin glistening in the dim light—that breathtaking scene made Theo act.
He reached back and turned off the shower. The sound of water ceased abruptly, plunging the bathroom into a soft silence, broken only by the sound of the last drops of water dripping from the showerhead like a metronome marking the tempo of his anticipation.
Yeonha, still bent over, felt her boyfriend's burning gaze on her, a warm and intense caress that made her shiver. As a way to heat things up, to take the game to a new level, she arched her back even more, brought her legs together, and then, with one hand, she slapped her own butt, leaving a slight red mark on her skin.
"Smack!"
The sharp, cracking sound cut through the silence, and a red mark instantly blossomed on her pale skin, a vivid and shocking contrast. Theo watched, fascinated, but to his amazement, this indulgent girl, who seemed so composed and controlled in the outside world, had not yet finished her private show.
She massaged the spot with her fingertips, a slow, self-indulgent gesture that seemed to both soothe the sting and accentuate it, drawing even more attention to the area. And then, with a slow, undulating motion, she swayed her hips. The movement was hypnotic, a silent dance, an undeniable invitation that spoke directly to his most primitive instincts.
It was the end of any self-control Theo still possessed. The teasing had hit its target with lethal accuracy.
He moved forward, his shadow engulfing her. His hands didn't go to her waist, but directly to her hips, holding her with a possessive firmness that made her let out a sharp gasp. He pulled her back forcefully, her body colliding with his with a satisfying thud.
"You really know how to provoke me, huh!"
His voice was a low growl, full of restrained desire.
One of his hands slid up her back, his fingers tangling in her wet hair, pulling her head back to fully expose the vulnerable curve of her neck. His lips descended on her sensitive skin, not with kisses, but with light bites that made her arch and lean against the cold tile walls, a moan caught in her throat.
His other hand slid forward, passing over her flat stomach and down, seeking the center of her heat, the epicenter of the desire she had so skillfully awakened.
"Mmmn!"
A muffled moan escaped Yeonha's lips, a sound of pure surrender that echoed in the silent bathroom. Her body arched against him, an involuntary response to the whirlwind of sensations that assailed her.
"T-Theo..."
With a sensual voice full of lust, she turned her head over her shoulder, staring at him with eyes full of liquid, feverish desire.
Losing all shame, carried away by the current of lust she herself had created, her pleading amethyst eyes locked onto his. Then, in a silent and daring invitation, her tongue moistened her lips. The blush on her face was no longer a sign of shyness, but rather of the fire he had ignited in her, which she now desperately wanted to be extinguished.
"Aaah! Mnn!... Ah!❤️"
Theo's fingers, hidden inside her flower, moved, exploring and teasing, eliciting another hoarse moan from her mouth.
"What's up, my girl?"
Theo whispered, his voice a low thunder against the sensitive skin of her neck.
"Your voice is a little hard to hear. Say it again."
The teasing, mixed with the overwhelming pleasure he caused her, made Yeonha tremble. She turned her face, her chin resting on his shoulder, her amethyst eyes clouded with desire fixed on his.
"I-I... Anh❤️"
She tried to speak, but her voice failed her when his fingers deepened, finding a sensitive spot that made her arch her back hard. Her mind went blank; all that existed was the incredible sensation radiating from that precise, torturous touch.
Theo smiled, feeling her complete surrender in his arms. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear, sending another wave of shivers through her body.
"I haven't heard it yet."
He teased again, his voice a cruelly gentle murmur, as his fingers began to move in a slow, torturous rhythm, keeping her on the edge of the abyss.
"No... please... Theo..."
She begged, her voice a desperate whisper. Each movement brought her closer to a precipice of pleasure, and he kept her there, hovering on the edge, denying her the fall.
"Say it."
He commanded softly, but with unquestionable authority. If she had insisted on lighting the fire, now it was her job to ask for it to be extinguished.
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