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As soon as she stepped through the door, she knew that something was different. She had at all times sensed a sort of hidden passion in him, a hint of something she couldn’t quite put her finger on, but now it was like it was out in the open, pulsing with a decadent energy that made her heart pound with anticipation.

He led her to the back of the house, to a room that was dimly lit and filled with the soft scent of incense. She could see a large bed in the center of the room, draped in dark blankets, and she felt a sudden, fierce desire to be on it.

He stood close to her, his body a solid, dark silhouette, and she could feel the heat emanating from his skin. She could sense the hunger in his eyes, the way he was looking at her like he couldn’t wait to devour her.

He pulled her close, his lips finding hers in a deep, heated kiss. His hands were all over her, making her feel like she was the only thing that mattered in the world. She could feel his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of her dress, touching her in all the right places, and she moaned in response.

He pushed her gently towards the bed, and she complied eagerly, falling onto the soft mattress. She watched in delight as he began to undress, his eyes never leaving hers, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of power, of control, as she waited for him to come to her.

He did, finally, climbing onto the bed beside her, his hands roaming over her body as they began to kiss again. She was barely aware of anything else, lost in the heady pleasure of his touch. All she could think about was how good it felt, how perfect he was for her.

The night continued, the room filled with the sounds of their passion. She knew that it was wrong, that it was perverse and unseemly, but she couldn’t help herself. She was addicted to the feeling of his hands on her, the way his lips tasted, the way he moaned her name as he brought her to the brink of ecstasy.

It was a night of pure, unadulterated pleasure, of feelings and emotions that she had never experienced before. And in the end, as they lay tangled together on the bed, she knew that she would never be satisfied with anything less than the intense, sensual pleasure that he had given her.
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