*Tiara*
His hands, filled with desire, began to explore my body, inching toward the edge of my flowy gown which was now soaked with water. With a firm grip, he tugged it over my head, leaving me standing there in nothing but a red lace bra and panties. His hungry eyes roamed over my exposed form, and he bit his lower lip in anticipation.
My fingers traced the path along his wet, soft skin while he pulled me closer and a rush of electric sensations ignited as our bodies made contact. He groaned loudly. His strong arms enveloped me, seeking the clasp of my bra. With a swift, practiced motion, he unhooked it and slid the straps down my shoulders, allowing the delicate fabric to fall, leaving my breasts free to sway in front of him. His eyes grew even darker, lust and need surfacing in them
