Esmeralda, a voluptuous woman with long black hair, was cooking dinner in the kitchen when she heard a knock on the door. She paused, her heart racing with anticipation. Who could it be? She wiped her hands on her apron and made her way to the door.
Standing on the other side was a tall, muscular man with piercing blue eyes. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving up and down. Esmeralda's mouth went dry as she stared at him, unable to speak.
"Esmeralda," he whispered, his voice deep and husky. "I've come for you."
Without another word, he pushed past her and into the kitchen. Esmeralda closed the door behind him, her heart pounding in her chest. She turned to face him, her eyes wide with desire.
He stepped closer, his heart pounding in anticipation as he gazed into her soulful orbs.
