The Night embrace
I stepped into the dimly lit room, where Damian lounged on the couch, eyes closed, exuding an air of tension.
“You called for me, sir?” I resumed my professional tone, though the air between us crackled with unspoken energy. He opened his eyes, and I could see the storm brewing within him. As he stood and loosened his tie, he moved toward me with a calculated grace, pulling me into his arms. I instinctively
He struggled, but he effortlessly pinned me against the wall, my heart racing. “You look scared,” he murmured, his breath warm against my neck as he licked a sensitive part.