Daniel carried Natalie into the bedroom and gently laid her on the bed. Natalie lay there motionless, eyes closed, like a sleeping beauty awaiting a prince's kiss.
Daniel leaned over her, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, his movements growing impatient. He propped himself up on his arms, lifting his hands from her shoulders.
Natalie offered neither resistance nor encouragement, remaining completely passive, her body still and unresponsive. Her demeanor suggested a fragile vulnerability as if she was teetering on the verge of being completely dominated, physically and emotionally, by Daniel.
Daniel gently explored her body with his hands, his touch hesitant at first, while Natalie lay still, waiting, her eyes still closed. Just as he shifted his hips, seeking entry, Natalie subtly
