He felt as though every inch of his body had become unbearably sensitive, each droplet of water cascading over his skin igniting a quiet tremor that ran straight to his core.
The sound of their breaths, now slow and measured, filled the intimate space.
Zahir tightened his hold around Cesare’s waist, his arms clinging with a silent desperation, as if releasing him would shatter the fragile moment they shared.
“Oh, Cesare, Cesare! It’s too much. Ahhh!”
“Nngh, Zahir!”
A searing current of electricity surged through his body, radiating from his core to the tips of his fingers, toes, and even the strands of his hair.
His thighs trembled uncontrollably, his legs writhing as a wave of tension gripped him from within, pulling tighter around Zahir.
Yet, Zahir instinctively pressed forward, his movements unrelenting as he sank deeper, drawn into the heat that enveloped him.
Their rhythm grew more fervent, an intense dance of passion culminating as Cesare reached his peak.
