Enjoy her shame

To his dying day, Samson believed he would remember Violetta's eyes locked onto him as he toweled off and dressed after their shower fuck. They were equal parts terrified, questioning, relieved, and pleased. She simply sat there as he made for the door. She said nothing, she made no effort to move. Given the athletic rigour they had just gone through, she probably would not be moving for quite a while. Still, she would recover. Maybe she would even come to view their tryst as a pleasant memory.

Samson made sure to close the bathroom door as he left. Perhaps her husband would not be home for a while.