In the dimly lit kitchen, a woman named Scarlett stood at the counter, her fingers tracing the cool marble surface. She was dressed in a red silk robe, the color of ripe cherries, which accentuated her porcelain skin and fiery red hair. She was waiting for someone, her heart pounding with anticipation.
The door creaked open, and a man named Damien entered, his eyes immediately finding Scarlett’s. He was dressed in a sharp suit, his dark hair slicked back, looking every bit the powerful businessman he was. But as he looked at Scarlett, his expression softened.
“Scarlett,” he said, his voice low and husky.
Scarlett turned to him, her green eyes sparkling with desire. “Damien,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
He crossed the room, stopping just in front of her. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing against her cheek, before leaning in and capturing her lips in a searing kiss.
Scarlett moaned, her body melting against his. She parted her lips, allowing his tongue to explore her mouth. He tasted of whiskey and desire, and she couldn’t get enough.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling at her earlobe, causing her to gasp. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her curves, before slipping under her robe and cupping her breasts. He pinched her nipples, causing her to moan louder.
Scarlett reached down, her fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. She finally managed to undo them, her hands running over his muscular chest. She leaned in, her lips finding his nipples, teasing them with her tongue.
Damien groaned, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer. He could feel her heat against his thigh, and he couldn’t wait any longer.
He pushed her robe off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. He picked her up, setting her on the counter. He spread her legs, his fingers finding her wet and ready for him.
He leaned in, his tongue tracing her slit. She tasted of honey and desire, and he couldn’t get enough. He licked and sucked, causing her to moan louder and louder.
Scarlett reached down, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.
Damien slipped a finger inside her, then another, curling them upward, finding that spot that made her moan even louder. He rubbed and teased, making her writhe in pleasure.
“Damien, please,” she begged, her voice hoarse with desire.
