Updated: January 30, 2026 14:28

The candlelight dances across my skin, trembling with the same anticipation I feel. Dark waves of my hair cascade over one shoulder, teasing the curve of my neck — the place your lips always claim first. My eyes… those you called dangerous… they wait for you. Heavy, molten, already imagining every slow, wicked thing we’ll do tonight. The thin silk clings where it shouldn’t, rising with each unsteady breath. The air smells of amber and the warm secret between my thighs that’s been aching for you since morning. I trace slow circles over my skin, pretending these are your hands… but it’s never enough. Come soon, my beautiful man. I want to feel how much you missed me — in your fierce grip, in your teeth on my throat, in the way you’ll fill me and make the world disappear. I’m already soft, already trembling, already utterly yours. Hurry… this fire won’t wait much longer.