Amara's heart thudded rapidly as she stepped into Damien's dimly lit apartment. Shadows danced on the walls, cast by flickering candlelight, creating an intimate atmosphere heavy with anticipation. Damien closed the door softly behind her, the quiet click signaling the beginning of something forbidden yet thrilling.
"You remember our agreement?" Damien's voice was low, authoritative, yet gentle. Amara nodded slowly, feeling the warmth rise in her cheeks. "Yes. Tonight, your rules apply."
He stepped closer, stopping just inches away, his eyes intense yet careful, gauging her reactions. "If at any moment you want to stop, say 'mercy.' Understand?"
She swallowed, voice barely audible. "Understood."
"Good." He circled her slowly, his fingertips tracing gently across her shoulder, sending a shiver cascading down her spine. "Rule one—you're not allowed to move unless I say so."
Amara held her breath, excitement and uncertainty merging into a potent cocktail. Damien stepped behind her, his breath warm against her neck as he whispered, "Rule two—you must tell me exactly how each touch feels." A soft gasp escaped her lips as his fingers brushed her waist, sliding upward slowly. "It feels… electric," she admitted, the honesty surprising even herself.
"Good," Damien encouraged. "Rule three—I decide when and how you're touched."He moved slowly around to face her again, eyes searching hers, confirming her willingness. Amara met his gaze boldly, giving a slight nod. He smiled faintly, his thumb gently tracing the line of her jaw, tilting her chin upward. Their eyes locked as he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers, feather-light, teasing, yet full of promise. Amara's breathing quickened, her pulse thundering."How does that feel?" Damien whispered against her mouth, lips barely touching hers."Exhilarating," she breathed, fighting the urge to close the distance herself."Then we'll begin," he murmured, deepening the kiss, marking the first surrender of control, the first touch of their secret night.