Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer.Her soft and yielding body molded to mine, igniting a fire that destroyed every rational thought.
I wanted to devour her.
To feel her break beneath my hands, shatter beneath my mouth, to hear her cry my name again and again until there was nothing left but us.
I sank to my knees before her, my hands sliding along the smoothness of her legs, exploring, savoring.
I pressed my lips to the tender skin of her thigh, savoring the way she shivered beneath the heat of my mouth, my voice low, rough with need.
“Sit down, my love.Relax.I want to worship you.”
Her breath caught, her chest rising and falling with ragged anticipation.Slowly, she stepped back, her eyes locked on mine, heat and trust fiery in their depths.With a soft exhale, she lowered herself onto the edge of the bed, her movements graceful—each shift of her body a silent invitation.
Her legs parted slightly, the moonlight catching the sheen on her skin.Her hands gripped the sheets beneath her as if to anchor herself.She looked utterly undone yet poised—a trembling masterpiece before me, waiting, wanting, ready to be claimed.
And I was going to take my time with every inch of her.
My fingers traced delicate patterns along her skin, teasing, igniting, claiming.Her eyes fluttered shut, her lips parted, and a soft sigh escaped her—a sound that nearly drove me to ruin.
Gods.
I was lost, completely addicted to the electric sensation of her touch, the way her fingers explored my shoulders, my chest, her nails grazing my skin, leaving feverish trails in their wake.
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think—only feel.
My mouth followed the path of my hands, kissing, tasting, and worshiping the body that was driving me to madness.
She was my addiction, my undoing, my everything.
She consumed me—my body thrumming with need, my heart thundering as I waged war between restraint and the overwhelming urge to take her, claim her, make her mine.
Her voice cut through the haze—soft, hesitant, vulnerable.
“Amir… have you ever felt something so overwhelming it consumes every part of you?Like a fire blazing inside, but instead of pain, it’s… something else entirely?”
Her words lingered in the air, fragile yet charged—an invitation, a confession, a plea.
My gaze locked onto hers, my chest tightening at the sight of her—cheeks flushed, lips slightly parted, eyes searching.Beautiful.Devastatingly beautiful.
I leaned in, brushing my lips over hers, my voice low, thick with unspoken emotion.
“I have.It’s a feeling so intense it steals your breath,” I murmured, my lips grazing her skin, “Like the world ceases to exist… and all that is left is this—the sensation, the connection.”
Her breath hitched, lashes fluttering as my hand slid up her thigh, my fingers tracing lazy, teasing patterns that made her shiver beneath my touch.
“I’ve never… felt anything like that,” she whispered, her voice trembling with longing and fear.“I’ve always wondered if it’s real—or just something people imagine.”
I cupped her face, thumb grazing her cheek, my touch gentle, reverent.
“It’s real, Elizabeth.”
My voice dropped to a whisper, heavy with meaning.
“But it’s not just about the feeling—it’s about trust, about surrender.Losing yourself in a moment… and finding something even more powerful in return.”
Her eyes met mine, wide and vulnerable; her soul laid bare.
“How do you let go like that?”she asked, her voice barely a breath.“How do you give yourself over to something so completely?”
