His gaze never wavers as he locks eyes with me, his fingers grazing softly along the curve of my neck, then gently tracing the line of my jaw. Each touch feels like a promise—silent, but undeniable. As he inches closer, the air between us crackles, thick with anticipation. His lips crash against mine with a hunger that’s fierce and consuming, a kiss that is both possessive and passionate. 

I try to resist, but my body betrays me, responding to him with a craving that I can’t deny. My lips tingle from the force of his kiss, and though I try to keep control, the walls I’ve built around myself begin to crumble. 

His hands trail down my thighs, fingertips brushing against the fabric of my dress. Slowly, deliberately, they slip beneath, moving with confidence as they find their way to the edge of my underwear. His grip tightens around my ass, pulling me closer, causing a sharp gasp to escape my lips. The sting of pain mingles with desire, making me feel both vulnerable and alive. 

His tongue plunges deeper into my mouth, exploring with a need that mirrors my own. Every touch, every kiss, is a promise he’s determined to make good on. I feel the heat of his body against mine, the weight of his desire pressing into me, and my own tears slip free—tears I can’t explain, but that somehow feel right in this moment.