Seduction under silk sheets
He entered the room, making his way towards me while his gaze remained fixated on my neck.
“I love it. Thank you,” I finally found my voice, and he responded with a smile, his fingers gently trailing on my neck and coming to rest on the necklace. The exchange held a mixture of gratitude and an unspoken tension that lingered in the air.
"I'm glad you do," he spoke, and I couldn't help but gulp. His voice possessed a certain power over me, eliciting reactions I both craved and feared.
He lowered his gaze to me, and lifting my head, he leaned in and planted a kiss. A deepening frown etched on my face as I attempted to push him away. Why kiss me if he doesn't love me?
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