They entered the room, the scent of lavender and vanilla filling the air. She was led to a table where soft music played in the background. The man began to massage her, his hands gliding over her skin with warm oil. He asked her to close her eyes and relax, and she did. His touch was careful yet passionate, tender yet commanding. As he worked his way down her back, he pressed harder, kneading out every knot. She let out a soft moan, unable to control her desire. His strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her close. She melted into him, feeling safe and desired at the same time. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming. She wanted more; she wanted him. She turned to face him, their eyes locked in a moment of passionate surrender.
