Trust Issues(Self Doubt)

The air was thick with the scent of rain as they stumbled into bed, their soaked clothes falling away piece by piece.

The storm outside mirrored the tempest brewing between them—lust, longing, and something deeper, something raw.

Alaric's hands were everywhere, his touch igniting fires on Salviana's skin. His mouth explored her body with reverence and hunger, sucking, nipping, and tasting her until she was trembling beneath him.

She gasped when his lips traveled lower, his tongue parting her folds, teasing and tasting her.

He gripped her thighs firmly, holding her in place as he devoured her, the sensations cresting higher and higher until she shattered, her cries echoing in the room.

For a moment, she floated in the aftermath, her chest heaving, her body alive with the warmth of his touch.