Her Velvet Whisper
I was standing by the window when she entered the room, her presence like an intoxicating storm. She closed the door behind her, the soft click of the lock sending shivers down my spine. Slowly, she walked up to me, her heels echoing in the silence. I didn’t dare to move as she came closer, her fingers tracing my arm lightly before trailing up to my neck.
“You think you can stand here, untouched, unmoved by me?” she whispered, her breath brushing against my skin. “I’ll prove you wrong.”
Her words carried a promise—a challenge I wasn’t ready to resist. Her hands slid down my chest, firm yet teasing, as she turned me to face her. Those eyes—dark, burning, magnetic—left no room for escape.
“Tonight,” she said, her voice husky, “you’ll belong to me. Every breath, every thought, every inch of you.”
Before I could respond, her lips claimed mine—soft but relentless, like a velvet flame devouring me. Her kiss was deliberate, exploring, her tongue grazing mine with an expertise that left me trembling. Her hands wove into my hair, pulling me deeper, harder, as if she couldn’t get enough.
She broke the kiss only to trail her lips down my jawline, her teeth grazing my skin. “You’re too quiet,” she murmured, her voice drenched in sensual mischief. “I want to hear you.”
Her mouth found the hollow of my throat, her tongue tasting, her lips marking me with every kiss. I couldn’t help the sound that escaped—a mix of surrender and desire.
She smirked against my neck, her hands now exploring my back, her nails leaving a trail of heat. “That’s more like it,” she said, pulling me closer until there wasn’t an inch of space between us.
I was at her mercy, a willing captive to her every move. Her kisses deepened, each one more demanding than the last, until I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe without her. Her body pressed against mine, her warmth enveloping me, her rhythm setting my pulse ablaze.
When she pulled back, her lips were swollen, her breath uneven. She looked at me with a mix of triumph and desire, her fingers brushing my jaw. “You taste like trouble,” she said, her voice soft yet commanding. “And I like trouble.”
Then, without waiting for a response, she captured my lips again, stealing every word, every thought, until all that existed was her—her touch, her kiss, her intoxicating control.
