ELENA
As Andreas' lips roamed my neck, a fire burned in my skin. His breath was hot, like a dangerous promise. His hands gripped my waist tightly, pulling me toward him. I tried to resist, but I couldn't fight his strength. A storm of anger, fear, and a strange desire swirled inside me.
"You will be my wife," he whispered. His voice was deep, commanding. As his lips moved toward my chest, he began to undo the ties of my dress. I trembled when his fingers slipped the fabric aside and touched my skin. His body was so close to mine that I could feel his warmth, the hardness of his c**k.
“Stop,” I said, but my voice was weak, almost pleading. Andreas smiled.
There was a wild hunger in his eyes. “Your resistance only makes you more attractive,” he murmured.
For a moment, his lips returne
