Anna's breath quickened a subtle dance of inhales and exhales that betrayed the rapid rhythm of her heart, pounding like a wild stallion. The man beside her shifted, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. His eyes, pools of darkness, spoke a language of desire she couldn't ignore. Her response was to nibble on her lower lip, a nervous habit that betrayed the electric tension in the air.
"Oh, fuck it, Anna," he growled a low rumble that resonated through the confined space of the elevator. In one swift motion, he advanced, his movements both urgent and strangely gentle. Anna found herself pressed against the cool wall, a canvas for the unfolding drama.
