His hands are skilful, determined, and each piece of clothing he removes leaves a feeling of freedom, of being undressed not only physically but emotionally as well.
His mouth is hot, kissing me with urgency, as if to take what he feels is his. As if I were all his now.
When the kiss breaks and his lips pull away, I suddenly feel an emptiness, as if something is missing.
I lay naked on the piano, panting, covered by the cold light of the moon streaming through the window.
I am aware that he is no longer speaking, no longer kissing me - that he is only looking at me.
His eyes move over my body, slowly, appraisingly, as if he were examining every detail, trying to capture every moment, every line of my body.
The air in the room is tense, full of energy and anticipation, but I don't know what's coming next.
His silence unsettles me, his eyes narrowing with such intensity that I feel as if they are piercing me, as if he can see deeper into me than anyone has ever dared.
I slowly pull myself up on my elbows, trying to see what he is doing, why he has suddenly stopped. My eyes meet his and I see something indescribable in them - greed, desire, but also something that confuses me.
His silence is now more frightening than his passion, as if he is waiting for me to take the next step, for me to say something.
His gaze almost swallows me up, and at that moment I feel small and vulnerable, but at the same time incredibly alive.
When our eyes meet, the tension between us becomes almost unbearable. Jack's gaze is deep, intense, as if it pierces me and draws me to him at the same time.
It is as if he is waiting for me to say or do something, but I remain silent, trapped in his eyes, surrendered to this moment, completely under his control.
Slowly he came closer, his eyes still exploring my body as if he wanted to remember it forever.
His presence is at once overwhelming and seductive, full of something I can barely contain. He still doesn't speak, but I can feel the irresistible desire in his gaze, and it frightens and excites me at the same time.
When his hands touch my skin again, the touch is different - slower, more deliberate.
His fingers slide lightly up my arm, down my chest, exploring every curve of my body.
His breathing is deep and even, but I can feel his inner tension, as if he is trying to control his impulses.
As he turns me over on the piano, my body pressed against the cool surface, I feel every part of my body tense in anticipation.
˝This is all mine; every inch of your skin belongs to me. ˝ His words echo inside me, harsh and uncompromising, brimming with a power that excites me more than I ever thought possible.
The feel of his hand on my bottom, first a gentle touch, then a sudden slap, sends a jolt through my entire body.
My nipples stiffen with cold air, tension and anticipation.
As his words reach my ear, his voice sharp and commanding, I am overwhelmed by a wave of something new - a mixture of fear, excitement and desire that both frightens and attracts me.
"This is not a game," he says, and there is no doubt in his voice.
He is absolutely sure of his role, of his dominance in this moment, and despite the thoughts screaming in my head, I feel ready for whatever comes next.
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Love Games
Roman d'amour**In the heart of Sicily, Sarah Becker sought refuge in the quiet aisles of a local library, where she found comfort in the routine of her life.** After another failed relationship, all she wanted was peace and stability-a chance to live simply, awa...
