ZARA POV
The air in the small room was thick with the scent of his cologne, a musky blend of sandalwood and something sharper, almost metallic. My breath hitched as his gaze swept over me, a slow, deliberate appraisal that made my skin prickle. The sound of the zipper sliding down, then the soft gasp that escaped my lips, seemed to echo in the sudden silence.
He moved with a practiced ease, his hands sure and strong as they discarded the last vestiges of fabric. My legs trembled, with fear and a strange, unfamiliar excitement. I tried to brace myself against the cold marble floor, but my body seemed to melt beneath his touch.
He lifted one of my legs, the smooth, cool surface of the marble a cool sensation against the warmth of his skin. I closed my eyes, the anticipation building to an
