Vincent, the epitome of masculine grace in his impeccably tailored suit, crossed the threshold of the dimly lit room with an air of unbridled desire. In his powerful arms, Olivia lay cradled, her body a perfect complement to his. Their lips were fused in a kiss that spoke of a hunger long suppressed, a passion that threatened to consume them both. Gently, he set her down upon the plush carpet, their lips parting with reluctance. As he pulled away, his eyes, dark with longing, swept over her face, taking in the soft flush that had crept onto her cheeks.
His lips, skilled in the art of seduction, began a slow descent, leaving a trail of fire along the delicate curve of her neck, the sensitive hollow of her collarbone. Just as he was about to lavish attention on the generous swell of her perfect breasts, Olivia, her breath already coming in short, ragged gasps, hurriedly placed her hands on his chest, stilling his progress.
