Marina's eyes locked onto mine, dark and smoldering, as she sauntered toward me with the confidence of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. I could see it in the way her lips parted slightly, in the way her fingers traced the curve of her own collarbone before she reached for me.
"You look like you're carrying the weight of the world, my love," she purred, her voice a velvety whisper that sent a shiver down my spine. "Let me take it from you."
Before I could respond, she was on me, straddling my lap with a slow, deliberate grace. Her thighs pressed against mine, the heat of her body seeping through the fabric of my clothes.
She cupped my face in her hands, her thumbs brushing my cheekbones as she leaned in, her breath warm and sweet against my lips. "Forget everything else," she murmured, "just feel me."
