The air was thick with anticipation, a prelude to the night's enchantments. Aric, the striking young heir with an aura of confidence, stood at the center of this intoxicating atmosphere, flanked by Mia and Ulsa. The two women radiated beauty, their playful spirits drawing him in like moths to a flame.
With a swift motion, Aric pulled Mia closer, his fingers grazing her waist with a possessive yet gentle grip. "You're incredible," she gasped, her eyes bright with admiration. Every brush of his skin against hers sent shivers cascading down her spine. The warmth of his body, so close to hers, ignited a fire that coursed through her veins.
Ulsa, watching them, felt her breath hitch as Aric turned his attention toward her. He stepped deliberately toward her, and the air shifted. "We've never felt anything like this," she breathed, her voice catching in her throat. The thrill of being desired by him wrapped around her like a soft blanket.
