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Steam rose gently in the bathroom, enveloping Miria in a warm, misty veil. Under the rushing water, her mind wandered, haunted by the words exchanged earlier between her and the girls.
Could there have been something between my mother and Asher? she thought, her heart sinking.
A sentence from Kira then came back to him, like a whisper from the past:
> "You know Miria, Asher and your mother, it never worked… because Asher could never forget his first love. You can't imagine how much he loved her. »
Miria frowned. His first love? Who could it possibly be?
A strange warmth, mixed with curiosity and unease, ran down his spine.
Suddenly, she felt hands on her waist. His breath caught, his body froze. Turning around, she met Asher's dark gaze, an indecipherable glint in his eyes.
— Asher... what are you doing here? she asked, her voice trembling, torn between surprise and confusion.
A slight smile touched the man's lips.
— You can't see that? I came to make your fantasies come true, he whispered, his husky voice almost a whisper against her ear.
Miria stood still, her cheeks flushed with heat and embarrassment.
— My... fantasies? she repeated in an uncertain tone.
Asher moved closer, their breaths mingling.
- Yes. I know what you want, and I'm going to make it happen," he whispered softly, nibbling her earlobe.
As she got a little closer, she could feel that he was naked. A shiver ran through her body, not from fear, but from a disturbance that she could not explain. The air around them seemed to grow heavier, charged with an invisible tension.
Asher's hands reached Miria's breasts. He kneaded them slowly, pinching her nipples until they hardened.
—Aaah… Asher…
— Yes, my dear… again…
— Asher… aaah… stop…
"You don't seem to want me to stop, my dear.
Miria bit her lip to stifle her cries, but Asher, frustrated, pinched her nipples forcefully. She cried out with pleasure.
—Ah… ah… Asher… Asher… aaaah…
"Let yourself be done, my dear," he replied in a whisper, his caressing tone oscillating between gentleness and authority.
Silence fell, broken only by the steady sound of water sliding over their skin. Miria felt every word, every gesture, every proximity like a delicious burn. His heart was beating wildly, mixing desire and confusion.
— Tell me... is it true that you were going out with... my mother? she asked suddenly, her voice barely audible.
Asher paused his movement, slowly turning her around to face him. His gaze bore into hers, deep, almost disarming.
— Are you jealous? he said in an amused tone, gently lifting his chin with his fingertips.
Miria looked away without responding.
"You don't have to be," he said. We never did anything together... just a few kisses, nothing more.
- Really ? she whispered.
- Yes. Your mother... is no match for you, he said with disturbing intensity.
He turned her around and slipped his hands up to her private area, brushing his fingertips against her intimate area. Miria arched under the intimate caress, a trembling sigh escaping her lips. Miria felt her heart race even more, unable to meet his gaze.
— Asher... you...
"Shh," he said softly, his breath brushing her neck.