Lorraine's chemise clung to her skin, soaked and translucent, every curve of her body outlined by the gentle, flickering candlelight. Her chest pressed heavily against Leroy's, warm and yielding, as the bathwater lapped softly around them. Her breathing was slow, measured… but every inhale trembled with desire.
Leroy's hands roamed her body like claimants of territory long denied. One hand gripped the small of her back, pulling her impossibly closer, while the other slid lower, grazing the damp curve of her hip, tracing the swell of her thigh. His mouth left soft trails of fire along her neck, each kiss more possessive, more urgent than the last.
Her lips parted in a soft gasp as the heat between them built to a fever pitch. The weight of his body beneath hers was solid, grounding, yet every touch carried a whisper of sin. She arched into him instinctively, craving more, needing more.
