Seraphine's question lingered in the air, heavy with anticipation. I lay beneath her, my body still trembling from the intensity of our previous encounter, but my desire was far from sated. I wanted more—needed more. Her gaze locked onto mine, a predatory smile curling her lips as she sensed my unspoken answer.
Without breaking eye contact, she slowly began to undress. The deliberate pace with which she peeled away her clothing only heightened the tension between us. My breath caught as she lifted her shirt, revealing inch by inch of her flawless, sculpted abdomen.
The definition of her muscles, each one honed to perfection, was mesmerizing. She cast the shirt aside, her movements fluid and confident, the light catching on her bronzed skin and accentuating the hard lines of her abs and the curves of her shoulders.