The rain pattered against the window as she leaned back on the couch, legs parted just enough to tease. He watched her from the doorway, eyes dark with hunger. She crooked a finger, inviting. Clothes fell like whispers. His hands roamed—slow, reverent—until her breath hitched. Tongues tangled, hips met, skin slick with heat and need. She arched, gasped his name, and he answered with a growl against her neck. The storm outside roared as they shattered together, bodies trembling, breathless and soaked in pleasure. Silence followed—soft, golden. He kissed her collarbone. “Again?” She only smiled, pulling him closer.