In the dimly lit room, a woman with dark skin and side bangs sat on the plush velvet couch. She ran her fingers through her curly hair, a nervous habit she had when she was thinking. Across from her sat a man, his eyes never leaving hers.
His name was Julian, and he was a man of many talents. He was a musician, a poet, and a lover. But most of all, he was a seducer. He had a way of looking at a woman that made her feel desired, wanted.
The woman’s name was Sofia. She was a painter, a free spirit, and a fiercely independent woman. But despite her strong exterior, she had a weakness for men who knew how to handle her, how to make her feel desired.
Julian leaned in, his eyes never leaving Sofia’s. He reached out, tracing the curve of her cheek with his fingers. Sofia closed her eyes, her breath hitching in her throat. She leaned into his touch, her body begging for more.
Julian took this as his cue. He leaned in, his lips meeting Sofia’s in a soft, lingering kiss. Sofia responded, her lips parting to allow Julian’s tongue to explore her mouth.
