Pure Desire
I waited for him in the hotel room, the silence heavy with anticipation. Every second felt like an hour, and my breath quickened as the tension coiled tightly in my chest. When the knock finally came, my heart nearly leaped from my ribs. I opened the door, and there he was.
He stepped inside with a raw, commanding energy, closing the door firmly behind him. Our eyes locked, a silent conversation of hunger and need passing between us. I watched him slowly discard his jacket, his gaze never leaving mine. The air between us vibrated with a magnetic force, and I had to fight the urge to throw myself into his arms.
He reached out, gripping my waist and pulling me flush against him. His hand brushed the hair from my face, his thumb tracing my cheek with a tenderness that contrasted with the intensity in his eyes. He leaned in, his hot breath ghosting over my skin, and whispered, “You are mine.”