The bedroom light was dim, leaving only a calming glow. Elena moved slowly on top of Nathan, her body following a gentle rhythm. Her long hair flowed down, some strands falling across Nathan’s chest, allowing her husband to feel the soft brush with every movement she made.

Elena’s hands rested on Nathan’s abs, feeling the strength of her husband beneath the warm skin. She looked at Nathan’s face, which appeared serious yet full of tenderness. Her movements were graceful yet measured, as if she knew every touch she gave could draw Nathan deeper.

Nathan, on the other hand, never stopped watching Elena. His hands moved to her waist, holding her...