I don't want to compare, but… I've never felt like this before.
With Ryan, there was no foreplay, no devotion, no consuming and overflowing desire. Everything was scheduled, almost mechanical. We even had specific days set aside for making love, as if pleasure were just another task on a list of obligations.
No, I don't want to compare. But now I see it clearly. For years, it was like having s*x with a robot. Initially, there was a hint of tenderness, a touch of delicacy, but over time, everything became cold, predictable, and soulless.
“You're ready, darling…” Dylan's voice pulls me back to the present, his low, husky tone still infused with desire.
Before my mind fully lands, I see him positioning himself between my legs. His gaze burns me, dark, intense. Then, I notice he's wearing
