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Nash walked past the open door and noticed the silhouette of the woman whose naked body he had touched earlier. She was breathtakingly beautiful and so very vulnerable. Determined to make up for his harsh words, he stepped inside. Stripping off his shirt and stepping out of his jeans until he too was naked, he opened the shower door and took the wetted cloth from Analeigh’s hand. “Please, allow me,” he said as he knelt down on the shower floor and looked up at her. Her eyes were filled with tears, and Nash wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her parted lips.
Nash was gentle, something she had never experienced before, as the prophet had taken her only to satisfy his own needs. He kissed along her inner thighs, but she pulled away, and Nash stood to his feet. “Let me love you, Analeigh,” he said.
Lifting her into his arms and laying her down, he lay over her. He took his time, kissing her and caressing her, until he knew she was ready for him. She moaned softly as he made love to her, and afterward he lay with her instead of leaving immediately as the prophet had.
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