Simon sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes tracing every curve of your body with a hunger that set your skin on fire.

As you approached him, he pulled you onto his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you close until there was no space between you.

The room was dimly lit, casting soft shadows that danced across his features, highlighting the intensity in his eyes.

His lips curved into a teasing smile as he leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. 'You know,' he murmured, his voice low and husky, 'I love how you fight urges when I hold you like this.'