The room is dimly lit, candlelight flickering in the darkness. She can feel the heat of my gaze as I watch her, drinking her in, my eyes roaming over every inch of her body.

I walk towards her slowly, my footsteps silent on the cool hardwood floor. I reach out and take her hand, pulling her closer to me. I run my fingers lightly over her skin, tracing the curve of her collarbone, the dip of her hip.

I lean in, my lips ghosting over the sensitive skin of her neck.