The morning after their first session with Madam Evangeline had been nothing short of torturous. Marcus and Samantha had spent the entire night in a state of heightened arousal, unable to find relief, their bodies wound so tight with need that even the softest touch of bedsheets against skin felt like exquisite torture.
They'd tried everything—cold showers, meditation, even attempting to exhaust themselves with physical exercise—but nothing had worked. The sexual tension between them had only intensified, building to a fever pitch that left them both looking like they'd been through a supernatural war.
