Nadia had never been treated with such gentleness before.
Even when he carried her out of the bathing room and guided her toward the bedroom, his touch remained remarkably careful, as though she were something precious that might break if he wasn't mindful.
Every movement was deliberate. Every gesture carried an unexpected tenderness.
The way he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kept her close was strangely comforting.
It stirred something deep within her chest.
Her heart beat faster, not from embarrassment or uncertainty, but from the unfamiliar warmth of being cared for so earnestly.
For the first time in a very long while, she felt protected.
Being weak after her last orgasm, she found herself doing nothing but snuggle into his chest more and more.
"Are you awake, love?" he asked softly, placing a gentle kiss atop her head.
A shiver ran down Nadia's spine.
"Why... why are we still doing this?" she whispered.
The question carried more fear than accusation.
