The steam from the bathroom followed them into the dim master bedroom like a phantom. Elena was wrapped in a dry charcoal towel, shivering not from the cold, but from the aftershocks of the climax that had ripped through her against the shower tiles. Her senses were in absolute turmoil. She had surrendered to her mortal enemy's touch, had cried out his name while the water washed over them. Outside,…
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