FIA
“Don’t fight it,” he said, wearing that deep, velvety voice echoing in the air. What does he mean by telling me not to fight? I licked my lips, feeling the dryness, while his touch sent warmth coursing through my body.
His fingers danced lightly across my arms, tracing patterns on my back and teasing my shoulder blades. It was pure bliss, and I couldn't fathom resisting him. How could I possibly summon the will to fight?
He had me locked in this strange sensation, and I couldn't resist. My mind may protest, but my body refuses to fight back.
For some unknown reason, I just couldn't fight. I was immobilized, unable to escape the mysterious forces that held me captive.
But who was this man behind me? Why was he subjecting me to this?
Desperation filled me as I tried to catch a glim
