Without hesitation, he parted my legs, his touch a confident command. "Fuck! I could feel his hardness between my legs," I thought, my body reacting to his presence, my senses ablaze.

He left my lips, his kisses trailing down my neck, leaving a trail of warmth and desire. He lifted my maxi dress, his touch effortless, his movements a testament to his practiced skill. My dress fell to the floor, revealing my body, a canvas for his desires.

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over my body, his eyes burning with a possessive hunger. "I want you so bad, Belle. Tell me you fucking want this? Because you...