The world had melted into a puddle of honeyed warmth. Katrina lay nestled against David, their bodies slick with sweat, a testament to the storm that had just passed.
His arms were a comforting weight around her, a safe harbour after a whirlwind voyage on a sea of forbidden desire. In this quiet aftermath, the frantic rhythm of their hearts gradually slowed, replaced by a contented lull. Each breath felt like a shared secret, a sigh of contentment escaping Katrina's lips as she burrowed deeper into his embrace.
David's voice, a husky whisper against her ear, shattered the peaceful aftermath. "Did you enjoy the massage, Miss Katrina?"
