The water fell in steady, warm sheets inside the glass enclosure, steam rising in thick spirals that caught the morning light and turned the small space into its own private world. Beyond the glass, the luxurious bathroom waited in golden silence. Beyond that, the entire hotel and everything outside it could wait.
For now, there was only this.
Inside that steamed cocoon, the air shimmered with a thick, pulsing energy of passion — lust made visible in the curling mist and the golden light that clung to wet skin like liquid desire.
Every breath carried the weight of sin and surrender, the kind of charged intimacy that made the outside world feel like a distant, irrelevant dream.
Phei reached for the soap once more. He worked it slowly between his palms until they were thick with creamy lather, then laced his hands with Goddess Fall Touch. The moment his soapy palms touched Melissa's skin, the effect bloomed through her like liquid fire.
