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Chapter One-Hundred Forty: A Morning Embrace: Shared Bath and Intimacy
Brock’s Perspective:
Golden rays of morning sunlight threaded through the parted curtains, warming my skin entangled with Stephanie's as remnants of our nighttime passion lingered in the silence. With the restless end of the night, our covers had been shed, and despite the encroaching chill from the outside world, our werewolf resilience, elevated by the heat of Stephanie's pregnancy, kept us insulated. She was a radiant oasis, carrying twins, her body a bonfire of warmth that enveloped us both in a protective cocoon.
The ascending dawn drew us from the embrace of slumber, and the allure of a bath teased our senses. I strode across the room to the bathroom, the faucet giving a muted thud as I twisted it, summoning a cascade of lukewarm water into the waiting tub. A refuge from the inevitable sweat, it was.
I returned to Stephanie, cradling her with a gentleness that coaxed a contented sigh from her lips, sending ripples of pleasu
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