EVE
The room smelled like warm vanilla and Roman. Everything about him was magnetic. I clutched my towel tighter, but I knew it was useless. My skin tingled at the thought of him, every nerve screaming for more.
"You're shaking," he said, stepping closer as he came out of the bathroom, voice low, dangerous, dragging over me like a caress I couldn't resist. "All wet for me…all mine. You feel that, don't you?"
"Yes," I gasped, words trembling. "I…I feel it."
He smirked, fingers grazing my arm, making me shiver. "Good girl. That's exactly what I want to hear. I like feeling your body like this—so reactive, so desperate, so ready for me."
I wanted him, needed him, couldn't think straight. Every brush of his fingers made me weak, trembling, breathless.
He circled me, hand gh
