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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑫 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎, 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑 𝒋𝒐𝒍𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒎𝒆.
His lips crashed onto mine, consuming me with a desperate urgency that left me breathless.
My lungs felt as if they were being vacuumed; the air disappearing in an instant.
He pinned me against the door, his body pressing into mine, and my body twitched as his tongue slipped past my lips, exploring the depths of my mouth.
The sensation sent waves of electricity coursing through my veins, and for several seconds, my mind went blank; the world outside fading into oblivion as I struggled to remember to breathe.
When he finally pulled away, we gasped for air, our breaths mingling in a desperate dance, a blend of lustful heat and insatiable hunger.
Without breaking eye contact, he shrugged off his coat and tossed it onto the ground, the fabric landing in a crumpled heap.
"Strip," he commanded, his deep voice hoarse with desire, and I found myself succumbing to his whims.
But in my daze, I fumbled with the buttons of my shirt; my fingers clumsy and uncoordinated. His patience quickly waned.
In a swift, powerful motion, one of his large hands grasped the fabric of my shirt, tearing the buttons from their seams, exposing my chest to the cool air.
My breath hitched in surprise, and his other hand settled firmly behind my neck, his thumb tracing slow, tantalizing circles that ignited a fire within me. The heat between us pulled us back together, our lips crashing once more.
We stumbled clumsily toward the hotel bed, our movements frantic and ungraceful.
He shoved me down onto the plush mattress, running a hand through his hair, deliciously disheveling it as he loosened his tie.
The dim lighting of the room cast shadows across his chiseled features, and I strained to memorize every detail of his face, but it felt futile in the haze of desire.
His golden eyes locked onto mine, causing my heart to race and my arousal to intensify, dripping with anticipation.
He hurriedly removed his shirt, the fabric sliding down his broad shoulders, revealing sculpted pectorals that glistened in the low light.
As he leaned over me, I felt utterly captivated, drowning in the depths of his rich golden gaze.
His bulkiness was intoxicating, the veins in his arms prominently outlined, a testament to his strength.
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