Marina's eyes sparkled with excitement as they pulled back from their intense kiss. "The game may be over, but the real challenge has just begun," she whispered, her voice husky and teasing.
Ethan's gaze was fixed on her, his heart pounding with anticipation. "I'm counting on it," he replied softly, his voice low and husky in return.
Without another word, Marina turned and strode confidently out of the room. Ethan watched her go, the image of her confidence burning in his mind. His pulse raced, knowing that he was about to step into a wild, unpredictable ride.
They headed to the living room, where a small table was set with an array of food and drinks, elegant and tempting. Marina gestured for Ethan to sit, and he did, his eyes never leaving her. Her demeanor was playful but commanding.
"You've won this round," she said with a flirtatious smile, pouring him a glass of wine. "But I've got a few tricks up my sleeve."
