The evening was quiet except for the soft hum of music in the background. He watched her from across the room, the way her hair framed her face, the way her eyes caught the light — like she was made to be admired. He stood behind her, gently brushing his fingertips over her shoulders, letting them linger just long enough to make her shiver.
“You don’t know how beautiful you are,” he whispered, his breath warm against her neck. She laughed softly, but he turned her around and looked into her eyes, the kind of look that made her forget everything else. His hands slid down her waist, not rushing, but savoring every inch of her. It wasn’t just desire; it was the way he adored her, the way he wanted her to feel like the only woman in the world.
He kissed her — slow and deep — as though the world had all the time to wait. “Tonight, I just want to show you how much I want you,” he murmured, guiding her closer, as if every part of him belonged to her. And in that moment, with his hands and words painting her as a goddess, she felt it — she felt powerful, irresistible, and loved beyond measure.
