As Samantha sits in a dimly lit room, her eyes fixated on the door, her body tingles with anticipation. The moment the door creaks open, she immediately recognizes the deep, commanding voice that belongs to him. She stands up, smoothing out her skirt nervously as he walks towards her. Their gazes lock, and for a moment, neither says a word. He reaches out to touch her cheek, his fingers trailing down to her lips. "You're so beautiful," he says softly. She shivers at his touch. "Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible. Without another word, he leads her to the bed, removing her clothes slowly and methodically. His touch sends shivers down her spine as he finally enters her, filling her completely. Their rhythm becomes a symphony of moans and grunts, their bodies moving as one. It's an intense and primal dance of passion.
