As Derek and Alexa danced, the world around them seemed to fade away. The lively music, the vibrant colors of the Easter celebration, the watchful eyes of the court – all were reduced to a distant hum. Their focus was solely on each other, their bodies moving in a carefully choreographed dance of desire and denial.
Derek's hand rested lightly on Alexa's waist, his touch sending shivers down her spine. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, the subtle tremors that betrayed her own arousal. Her hand, in turn, rested on his shoulder, her fingers gripping his tunic, her touch both hesitant and possessive.
Their eyes locked, a silent conversation passing between them. A mixture of longing, fear, and a desperate need for connection. They were dancing on the edge of a precipice, each s
