The pull she felt towards him was a primal force, urging her to be as close to him as possible. Her body seemed to have a mind of its own, responding instinctively to his touch and presence.
It was as if her very survival depended on being in his arms.
What if she chose to surrender to the powerful emotions coursing through her? What if she allowed herself to fully experience the intensity of their connection?
It was a moment of vulnerability, yet it felt liberating.
As her hands moved upward, tangling in his hair, her hips tightened, and satisfaction washed over her when a shiver of passion ran through him.
He threw his head back and let out a low growl, startling her with the sudden change in his demeanor.
"Down you go," he said, his voice carrying a mix of frustration and self-restraint.