His hand slid along the gentle curve of her waist, his fingers intertwining with hers as he guided her into the room.
There was reverence in his touch, as if she were something too precious to be touched with mere desire.
Strax carefully closed the balcony curtains behind him, as if he wanted to keep the world outside — because there, at that moment, there was nothing but the two of them.
Evelyn turned to him, her eyes shining in the dim light of the room. Her hands brushed his bare chest, feeling his warm, soft skin, his muscles defined beneath her fingers. She pulled him closer until their bodies touched, and then, in one smooth motion, she removed the unbuttoned shirt she was still wearing, letting it fall to the floor.
Strax swallowed hard when he saw her skin, as if it were the first time he had ever seen something so beautiful. His eyes wandered over her body, memorizing every curve, every detail, as if he wanted to engrave her in his soul. He raised his hand slowly, hesitantly, and touched her shoulder with his fingertips, as if she were made of glass, an unbreakable piece of porcelain by a legendary sculptor. That was how he saw her.
She smiled softly at his touch, feeling a shiver run through her skin, it was electrifying. He slid his hands down her arms, over her elbows, feeling the softness of her skin under his fingers. Evelyn closed her eyes, tilting her head back, surrendering to his touch.
Strax kissed her slowly, starting at the curve of her neck and moving up to her ear. She shuddered at the touch of his lips, at the warmth of his breath on her skin. He traced the outline of her ear with his tongue, sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine.
"Mmmnn," she moaned, of course, it was too exciting. It was her first experience like this.
His hands caressed her back, feeling every curve, every muscle. He pressed his body against hers, letting her feel the desire growing inside him.
"Mmmn...
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