"Carry me back to the room!"
Valentine Teller blushed and her heart raced, unable to meet Mark Reed's gaze, fearing she would lose herself in his tenderness.
At this beautiful moment, Mark Reed didn't want it to end just like that.
"Let's wash a bit longer."
He shook his head, stopped overthinking, and meticulously washed every inch of Valentine Teller's skin.
The skin was as smooth as cream, crystal clear, exuding a pearly luster; her beauty was beyond doubt and captivated him from the first sight.
He lovingly caressed her chest and back.
Mark Reed's touch ignited little sparks on her skin, slowly consuming her.
Valentine Teller surrendered with a white flag, unable to resist his subtle teasing, completely defeated by him.
They washed for a long time until no trace of dirt remained, then he let her go.
He lifted Valentine Teller in his arms, as light as a white cloud.
