I didn't answer. I didn't need to. His words lingered in the air between us, a vow that wrapped around my senses like velvet chains, pulling me deeper into the haze of his presence. I felt the warmth of his breath on my skin, steady and inviting, as his hand slid from my waist to the hem of my dress, fingers grazing the fabric with deliberate slowness, as if he were savoring the texture before committing to more.
The room around us faded into the background, irrelevant against the thrum of my pulse echoing in my ears. His eyes held mine, dark and unyielding, yet laced with a tenderness that made my resolve crumble like sand under water.
He eased the dress upward, inch by inch, his knuckles brushing against the sensitive skin of my thighs, sending ripples of electricity through me. I arch
