In that room, there was only the two of us. The air crackled with possibility; it was heavy with the musk of all that was unholy and wrong. It was a place meant for secrets and sin, and Roman was the sinner. He licked his lips slowly and started to undress – my eyes transfixed on him as I began to understand what pleasure could be found in the dark.
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He was my own personal fantasy come to life, a hulky masculine dreamboat with a dark, smoldering gaze. He tore my shirt from my back and pressed his firm lips against mine, purring in pleasure as our tongues swirled in passionate desire. His overpowering presence made me feel both humbled and aroused, like the ultimate conquest.