RYLEE
The tension between Viggo and I had been building for days, but now, in the heart of the bedroom, all the unspoken words surged forth, enveloping us in an undeniable wave of desire.
Viggo lifted me effortlessly onto the bed, his lips brushing against my neck, igniting a fire of anticipation across my skin. The longing I felt for him at that moment was beyond anything I had ever envisioned.
Perched on the edge of the bed, I looked up at him, his piercing gaze sending a rush of heat through me. His eyes sparkled with a predatory intensity as if he were ready to pounce. He loomed over me, his presence overwhelming, and his voice dropped to a low, tantalizing whisper. "Is this what you want, Rylee?"
Words escaped me, drowned out by the thunderous beat of my heart. All I could manage
