R18 Warning: This chapter contains mature consensual content. Reader discretion is advised.
Shadows draped over every corner of the room, the faint hum of the city seeping through the walls. The lady's body trembled under man's hands, the slow, deliberate exploration sending shivers down her spine. Every inch of contact was amplified in the darkness, the brush of skin against skin, the subtle movement of weight, the press of warmth coiling tighter with every passing second.
Her moans were quiet at first, almost whispers, but each one built in intensity, resonating with the rhythm of his hands, the firmness of his grip, the pull of his presence. The man leaned in closer, his lips ghosting along the line of her shoulder, her neck, teasing the sensitive swell of her collarbone. Every gasp and shiver that escaped her lips seemed to pull him in deeper, like a tide responding to the moon.
