As they entered the softly lit bedroom, the air buzzed with a mixture of anticipation and unspoken tension. Jean's eyes, filled with a blend of curiosity and desire, followed Cruzer's every movement, the silence between them thick with unvoiced promises.
"You know," Jean began, her voice low and sultry, "I've been thinking about this moment all day."
Cruzer stepped closer, his gaze locking onto hers. "And what exactly have you been thinking about?" he asked, his voice deep and resonant.
Jean's lips curved into a seductive smile. "About how it would feel to have you here, with me, like this." Her fingers traced a slow path down his chest, her touch light yet deliberate.
Cruzer caught her hand, bringing it to his lips for a tender kiss. "And how do you imagine it would feel?"
"Intense," Jean whispered, her eyes never leaving his. "Passionate."
Cruzer chuckled softly, his arms encircling her waist, pulling her close.
