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Ivana's masked gaze locked onto Julian's across the crowded ballroom. The air vibrated with anticipation, the music pulsating like a lover's caress. She felt an inexplicable pull, as if the universe had conspired to bring them together.
Their eyes never broke contact as they moved toward each other, the space between them shrinking with each step. Ivana's heart pounded, her skin tingling with electricity.
Julian's hand claimed hers, his touch scorching. "Dance with me," he whispered, his voice husky but yet Domineering.
As they swayed to the music, Ivana's body molded to Julian's. His penis erect pressed against her, sending shivers down her spine. His touch was scorching, branding her body. The masks they wore seemed to heighten the sensuality, freeing them from inhibitions.
Without a word, Julian guided Ivana through the French doors, onto the moonlit balcony. The night air enveloped them, heavy with promise.
His lips brushed against her ear and a gentle alluring lick on her earlobe, sending tremors and electricuting shivers through her core making her instantly weak on the knees.
"I want you," he whispered.
Ivana's response was a soft moan, her body arching into his gentle touch.
Julian's hands roamed, tracing the curves of her neck, shoulders, and hips . Ivana's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.
Their lips met in a fierce, passionate kiss. The world around them melted away, leaving only the thrumming desire of WANT.
In one fluid motion, Julian lifted Ivana onto the balcony railing , caressing her nipples and moving his way through her vaginal . Her legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him deeper. The masks slipped, forgotten, as they surrendered to the night.
Their bodies moved in perfect sync, the rhythm building. Ivana's cries mingled with Julian's growls, echoing through the night.
As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, they shattered together, their fantasy becoming reality.