Passionate Pleasure with Pragues Hottest

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The grand opening’s distant music still hummed in her veins as the apartment door clicked shut, sealing them in a sanctuary of soft, golden light. Tara moved with a deliberate grace, a silent command for Martin to remain across the room, his gaze a physical heat against her skin. She stepped onto the cool, smooth surface of the glass table, a stage just for them, and her hands began a slow, exploring journey over the curves of her body. A faint, knowing smile touched her lips as she saw the raw hunger darkening his eyes, his breath catching in his throat. Rolling onto her side, she offered a tantalizing preview of the intimacy to come, a silent promise that made his hands clench at his sides. The air itself grew thick with unsaid words and the sweet, aching tension of anticipation. He was a statue of desire, completely captivated by her every fluid movement, every whispered sigh that escaped her. When he finally crossed the room, the space between them collapsed not with a rush, but with a slow, magnetic pull. His approach was not an invasion, but a question, and her answering gaze was a profound, welcoming yes. His fingers, when they finally brushed her ankle, sent a tremor through them both, a silent acknowledgment of the passionate pleasure about to unfold.