Tabitha’s POV
The room felt charged with a heavy anticipation, every breath thick with the tension that simmered between us. Fabrizio’s gaze pinned me in place, dark and unwavering, as he took a slow step forward. Each movement was deliberate, controlled, as though savoring the moment before unleashing the storm.
“Strip,” he commanded, his voice a gravelly whisper that sent a shiver down my spine.
My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for the zipper of my dress, the air thick with his unrelenting gaze. The fabric slid down my body, pooling at my feet, leaving me exposed under the weight of his attention. I stood there, vulnerable yet electrified, the cool air teasing my skin as his eyes devoured every inch of me.
“On the bed,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.
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