Peace

Charlotte POV

As the day faded into evening, and the villa grew quiet around us, Alexander and I found ourselves alone in our room, the soft glow of candlelight casting shadows across the walls. The air was filled with a sense of intimacy and anticipation as we stood facing each other, our eyes locked in a silent exchange of love and desire.

Alexander closed the distance between us, his hand reaching out to cup my cheek as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to my lips. I melted into his embrace, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver of pleasure coursing through me.

"Charlotte," he whispered against my lips, his voice low and husky with desire.

I responded with a soft sigh, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pulled him closer, craving the feel of his body against mine. In that moment, there was no need for words—we communicated our love and longing through the language of touch, our bodies speaking volumes as we surrendered to the passion that burned between us.

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