As the night draped its velvet cloak over the room, she lay there, lost in the gentle rhythm of her dreams. His hand, warm and tender, traced the contours of her body as if it were a map to his desires. Fingers, feather-light, danced along the curves of her waist, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through her skin. In the hushed symphony of their breaths, his touch ignited a symphony of sensations,...