The air in the dimly lit room was thick with anticipation, the soft glow of candlelight casting flickering shadows across the walls. Amrey stood before Mark, her breath shallow, her eyes locked onto his with a mixture of desire and surrender. The tension between them had been building all evening, a slow burn of stolen glances and subtle touches that now demanded release. She wore a thin silk nightie, the fabric clinging to her curves, hinting at the warmth of her skin beneath. Mark, clad only in a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, stood close enough for her to feel the heat radiating from his body.
“Mark,” Amrey whispered, her voice a sultry caress, “I want you to have your way with me.” Her words hung in the air, bold and unapologetic, igniting a spark in his dark eyes. She steppe
