Her heart pounded against her chest as the room dimmed, a single spotlight on him. He stood tall and proud, his chiseled features illuminated by its glow, muscles rippling under smooth olive skin that was just begging to be explored. His eyes dark and intense, filled with an untamed hunger. She had never seen such raw desire embodied in one man before.
His sculpted abs were a work of art, each muscle defined and strong, dusted lightly with light chest hair that trailed down into his tight black shorts, straining against the evident bulge within.
She could not help but be drawn to him like a moth to flame. He was magnificent, an Adonis in flesh and bone, crafted by some divine hand for her pleasure alone.
As she approached him, his lips curled into a predatory smile that sent shivers down her spine.
“Come here,” he said, voice low but commanding, pulling her closer until their bodies almost touched. She could feel the heat emanating from them both, a palpable tension in the air that threatened to consume everything around them.
He ran his fingers through her hair, fisting it tightly and tugging gently, angling her head back so she couldn’t look away.
She gasped at the sensation, her body already responding to him. His other hand found its way under her dress, sliding up her thighs until he reached the hem of her panties, fingers grazing them ever so lightly before slipping underneath.
“You’re wet,” he whispered into her ear, sending a jolt through her.
She couldn’t help but moan in response. He was right; she could feel how drenched she was for him already.He grinned, clearly pleased with the effect he had on her. “Do you want me to make you even wetter?” he asked, his voice a husky temptation that she found impossible to resist.
She nodded frantically, unable to form words. Her body screamed for him, needed him inside her in the worst way.He moved his hand from her hair to guide himself against her entrance, pressing gently but insistently until he was sliding home with ease. She cried out as pleasure washed over her like a tidal wave, her nails digging into his biceps tightly enough that she knew there would be marks left afterward.
Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each stroke building on the last until they were both breathless and desperate for more. He was relentless, never once letting up, pushing her closer to an edge she’d never before known existed.
She felt it building deep within, a pressure that threatened to tear apart every barrier between them.”Come,” he urged, his voice strained with his own mounting climax, urging her over the edge alongside him. And as soon as she heard those words, she couldn’t hold back any longer, exploding in orgasm with such force that stars burst behind her eyes.
As they both came down from their high, gasping and entwined like two creatures who had shared a secret only known to them, he whispered into her ear again. “Watch him live.”
