Laura remembered every moment Ross had treated her like a queen, every instance of devotion and care.
She knew he hadn't changed, and she realized with a shiver that she could never love anyone else in his place.
Without a word, Laura leapt forward, pressing herself against Ross and claiming his lips in a hungry, demanding kiss.
The world around them seemed to dissolve—the past, the future, all outside concerns vanished.
Passion ignited, and soon the room was alive with the intoxicating symphony of desire.
The soft sounds of skin against skin mingled with gasps, moans, and whispered names, each breath and touch driving them further into ecstasy.
Lois leaned into him as well, their movements intertwining, creating a rhythm that balanced the three of them.
Laura's hands roamed over Ross's body, exploring, claiming, asserting her own hunger, while Ross guided them both, his control absolute yet gentle, reading their every reaction, every moan, every shiver of pleasure.
