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Steam curled around their bodies like whispered secrets, the warm water tracing the slopes and curves of their forms as they moved together in a liquid embrace. His hands, slick and warm, slid slowly down the small of her back, drawing her closer until not a sliver of light could pass between them. Her head tilted back, throat exposed to the spray, a soft sigh escaping her lips as he buried his face in the damp silk of her hair. Their mouths met again in a deep, searching kiss that tasted of rain and something infinitely sweeter, a silent language of longing spoken between breaths. Her fingers traced the tense, corded muscles of his shoulders, feeling the shudder that ran through him at her touch, a tremor of pure feeling. The world beyond the fogged glass ceased to exist, leaving only this sanctuary of sensation and the drumming rhythm on the tiles. A soft, broken cry was muffled against his skin, her body trembling as a wave of intense feeling washed over her, leaving her weak and clinging to him. He held her through the storm of her release, his own breath catching as a profound, shuddering stillness overtook him moments later, his forehead resting against hers. In the quiet aftermath, they simply stood, wrapped in the steam and the echo of their shared heartbeat, the water rinsing away everything but the tender awe. This was more than fun; it was a conversation of souls, a beautiful, breathless discovery written on damp skin.
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