The movements were slow and deliberate, his muscles shifting under his shirt with each move. His shoulders rolled with strength, but the power was caged now, surrendered to me. His lips were parted, his breathing uneven, his face flushed with desire. Every inch he moved closer to me made my pulse throb harder.

I could hear the soft scrape of his knees against the floor, the faint creak of the wood under his weight. The sounds felt intimate, echoing in the quiet room, each one a reminder of his ...