8

Valerie is in a room. The room's shades are golden in color. The soft white silk sheet felt so good against her skin, she sighed and writhed in satisfaction, the gift of her restful sleep.

Valerie opened her eyes and felt confused, this room is not her room. This room was so beautiful and she did not know it at all.

She winced even more when she felt a heavy, burly arm wrapped around her waist. A man's arm? Valerie on tiptoe was about to sit down, but the man's arm held her back. Soft but dominant.

For a second Valerie felt very scared, but the arm moved up and his fingers caressed her gently. Soft and seductive, one of the man's fingertips traced the surface of Valerie's arm with a feather-light touch. The man's head was lowered and presented a kiss on Valerie's temples.

Valerie frowned, trying to see the man's face, but the dim atmosphere of the room made his face vague. Suddenly the man's body was crushed on her. With seductive smooth movements, as if he had already done it hundred