Emma Parker's POV “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured against my neck, his breath hot on my skin. I responded with a soft moan, words feeling inadequate to express the intensity of the moment. Our clothes seemed to disappear with a sense of urgency, each piece discarded on the floor. He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, his strength a comforting anchor in the swirling chaos of our desire. We tumbled onto the couch, a tangle of limbs and breathless gasps. His touch was everywhere, exploring, and teasing, and I matched him with equal fervor. The world outside ceased to exist; there was only the two of us, lost in this heady intoxication. His lips traced a path down my neck, his hands exploring the curves of my body as if mapping them for the first time. “Do you want this?” he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. “Yes,” I breathed, my voice trembling with anticipation. He entered me then, a sensation so intense that it stole my breath away. We moved togeth
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