Driver

In a shadowed window of the naked city, Roman Heart and Benjamin Bradley surrender to each other. He traces her curves with reverent fingers, skin igniting under his touch. She arches into him, breath hitching as he enters her—slow, deliberate thrusts that build like a whispered promise. Their bodies entwine, slick and urgent, hearts pounding in sync. He kisses the hollow of her throat; she claws at his back, pulling him deeper. Passion swells, raw and unhurried, until ecstasy claims them both in shuddering waves.