Sophie’s smile widened. “Good. Let’s start slow.” She reached for the bottle, feeling the gentle weight in her palm, and tilted it, letting a few drops of the warm liquid cascade down the side of the couch. The water sizzled slightly as it met the leather, leaving a glossy sheen that caught the light.

Sophie’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, savoring the blend of sensations—the warmth of the water, the pressure of Mark’s body against hers, the gentle kiss, and the underlying hum of control she wielded. She opened her eyes, a playful glint returning to them.

Mark’s hands trembled slightly as he placed the bottle against Sophie’s soft skin, letting the warm liquid trickle down her leg, pooling at the edge of the couch. The heat of the water, combined with the natural warmth of her body, created a sensation that was both soothing and arousing.