In the dimly lit chamber, a soft breeze carried the faint scent of roses intertwining with the rich aroma of his musky scent. The gentle flicker of candles cast a warm golden glow, highlighting the intricate details of the room's ornate decor.
Their gazes met and an electric current seemed to pass between them. She felt a shiver cascade down her spine, a mixture of fear and anticipation.
He took slow steps closer, his presence enveloping her. She could almost taste the intensity of his gaze, like a dark intoxicating elixir.
"Would you want this instead?"
His voice, smooth as velvet brushed against her ears, sending a tingle through her body, the timber of his words was both commanding and alluring, drawing her like a moth to the flame.
A soft touch, feather light, brushed against her skin, igniting a trail of spark in its wake. His fingertips traced the curve of her jaw, leaving a trail of fire that lingered long after they moved away.
