In the dimly lit bedroom, the air was thick with anticipation. The room was illuminated only by the flickering candles, casting shadows on the walls and giving the space an intimate and sensual atmosphere. On the bed lay two figures, their bodies glistening with a sheen of sweat.
The man, Adrian, was a tall, muscular specimen with dark, chiseled features and skin as smooth as obsidian. His broad chest was bare, and his lower half was covered only by a pair of loose-fitting pajama bottoms, which did little to hide the growing bulge between his legs.
Across from him, a woman lay on the bed, her body trembling with desire. She was a vision of beauty, with long, wavy auburn hair and curves that could make a man weak in the knees. Her name was Eliza, and she was a woman who knew what she wanted. And what she wanted right now was Adrian.
Eliza wore only a silky, translucent nightgown, which did little to conceal her ample assets. Her nipples were hard, and the fabric clung to her damp skin, outlining every inch of her luscious figure.
Adrian’s gaze lingered on Eliza’s body, taking in every curve and contour. He felt his cock stir, growing harder by the second. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.
