Sinful Seduction: Angela Whites Seductive Curves

Victor Ray

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The golden hour sun spilled through the grand windows, casting long, dancing shadows across the polished floor where they stood. His gaze was a physical warmth that traveled over her, a silent conversation that made her skin hum with anticipation. She turned slowly, a soft smile playing on her lips as his eyes traced the elegant curve of her neck, the gentle slope of her shoulder. His hand, when it finally rose, did not quite touch her, hovering so close she could feel the heat of his palm like a promise. A breath caught in her throat, the air thick with the scent of her perfume and his quiet, steady presence. He finally bridged the minuscule gap, his fingertips brushing her waist with a reverence that made her heart stutter. She leaned into the touch, her own hand coming to rest upon his chest, feeling the frantic rhythm beneath his shirt that mirrored her own. In that suspended moment, the world narrowed to the language of their shared breath and the unspoken yearning in his dark eyes. It was a delicate, intoxicating tension, a slow burn that promised everything and demanded nothing. They were a portrait of exquisite patience, two souls woven together by a thread of pure, aching desire.