Naughty Thrills: An Erotic Tale of Passion and Pleasure

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The golden afternoon light spilled through the window, catching the dust motes dancing around them like tiny stars. George’s gaze was a physical warmth, a silent question that made Roxy’s breath catch in her throat. His fingers, when they finally brushed a stray lock of hair from her cheek, were impossibly gentle, yet they sent a shiver straight down her spine. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed as she committed the sensation to memory. A soft sigh escaped her lips when his hand cupped her jaw, his thumb tracing the line of her bottom lip with a reverence that made her heart ache. He moved closer, the scent of his skin, clean and faintly of sandalwood, filling her senses completely. The world narrowed to this single point of contact, this electric space where their bodies almost met. Her own hands found their way to his chest, feeling the steady, strong rhythm of his heart beneath her palms. In that suspended moment, every unspoken word and secret longing hung palpable in the air between them. Then he leaned in, and his lips met hers in a kiss that was not a demand, but a whispered promise of forever.