She stood at the edge of the room, the dim casting a sultry glow over her silhouette. Her dress clung to her curves, revealing just enough to spark the fire within him. With each slow, deliberate step, she closed the distance between them, her eyes never leaving his.
A sly smile played on her lips as her fingers grazed his chest, sending a ripple of desire through his body. The tension between them grew unbearable until finally, she leaned in, her breath warm against his neck. "Tonight, she whispered, "I'm yours." 💋
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