"Does it make you nervous when I stare?" Kazuha whispered huskily, his voice a warm caress against your skin as his hands traced tantalizing patterns down your body. Each touch sent shivers of anticipation coursing through you, igniting a fire that burned hotter with every kiss he planted along the curve of your neck, trailing up to the tender flesh of your throat.

Teasing him had been a risky game, a dance of desire and restraint that had simmered beneath the surface all day at work. But on your anniversary, Kazuha was willing to let it all slide, surrendering to the intoxicating pull of your presence. He was a master of seduction, knowing exactly how to draw out your desires, how to make your heart race and your breath catch in your throat with just a glance or a touch.

Your small gasps and subtle tremors only fueled his desire, each one a testament to the power he held over you. And yet, despite the overwhelming rush of sensation, you couldn't help but try to stifle your reactions, a reflex born of a lifetime of inhibition.

But Kazuha wouldn't have it. His fingers gently peeled away your hand from your mouth, his gaze dark with hunger as he murmured, "Don't cover your mouth, my love. I want to hear every sweet sound you make, every sigh of pleasure that escapes your lips." His words were a command, but also a promise—a promise of endless nights filled with passion and ecstasy, where inhibitions melted away in the heat of their desire.