Chapter 107 - Responsibility?

Beneath the raging storm of desire, their bodies moved in a feverish rhythm—wild, instinctive, unrestrained. Every breath was stolen, every touch a spark that ignited the fire between them. The rain outside was relentless, but inside, heat consumed them, drowning out everything except the raw, undeniable need.

Their hands traced over slick skin, fingers mapping out every inch as if committing it to memory. The cold bite of the cave's stone walls was forgotten, replaced by the warmth of their tangled limbs, the pressure of bodies pressed too close to leave space for reason. The world shrank to the sound of ragged breaths, gasps swallowed between desperate kisses, and the intoxicating pulse of their bodies moving in sync.

Time became meaningless.