This complex mating dance involves a series of intricate steps, including:

Their movements grew more urgent, the rhythm of their bodies matching the steady percussion of the storm outside. Luca’s hand slipped under the edge of her dress, finding the soft, warm place where she’d been waiting. He slipped his fingers in, feeling the slick, iridescent sheen of the fluid coating her most intimate parts. The contrast of his warm flesh against the cool, shimmering liquid sent waves of pleasure crashing over her.

“April,” Luca murmured, his voice husky with lingering satisfaction, “this was the perfect April—maxima for both of us.”

Now, as April’s rain drummed a steady rhythm on the windows, Luca entered the loft, his silhouette framed by the doorway. He wore a charcoal silk shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, the fabric catching the light and revealing a hint of the sculpted muscles beneath. In his hand, he carried a sleek glass bottle—an elegant, curvilinear vessel that caught the candlelight and threw it back in shimmering shards.