On her dim red lighted room , she let her fingers trail teasingly over her skin, igniting every nerve with anticipation. Her breath quickened as desire built, her touch growing bolder, more deliberate. She surrendered... to the rhythm of her need, hips arching as pleasure pulsed through her. The world faded away there was only her, the wet heat of her longing, and the delicious ache demanding release. Moans spilled from parted lips, low and breathy, as waves of heaven crashed over her. In that intimate moment, she was untamed, unapologetic, and utterly lost in the fire of her own touch.
