Drowned

Thursday at 02:46 PM

I caught the way her gaze lingered—dark, wanting, a silent plea that sent heat coursing through me. Closing the distance between us, I stepped behind her, my body a whisper against hers. A shiver raced down her spine as my hand traced the curve of her waist, possessive yet reverent, before sliding up to cradle her throat. My touch was firm but tender, my thumb brushing the frantic pulse beneath her skin.

Leaning in, my lips grazed the shell of her ear as I murmured, 'You look fucking exquisite in those clothes, princess. But I need them off. Now. Step into the water with me—let me lose myself in you, drown in the taste of your skin, the way you melt against me. Let me worship every inch of you…