Gian's hands glide over Lety's body, his touch feather-light yet firm, igniting sparks wherever he touches. Lety's breath hitches as Gian's tongue, warm and wet, traces a path along her collarbone. She can feel his arousal pressing against her, his need matching hers. Their eyes meet, and in that moment, they are no longer Gian and Lety, but a husband and wife lost in their love. Their bodies move in sync, their lovemaking a dance as old as time, yet uniquely theirs.