Used and Loving It. Content Warning.
The room pulsed with molten, amber light, bathing the tangled, writhing bodies in a golden sheen. It was stifling, the heat wrapping around us, amplifying the scent of sweat and arousal that saturated the air. Pleasure was everywhere — moans, grunts, the unmistakable slap of flesh against flesh — and I was drowning in it, letting it pull me under. I scanned the scene, my body already aching for more, and then I saw him: masked, powerful, and moving with a purpose that made my skin tingle with anticipation. His dark eyes bored into mine, and everything inside me lit up with desire — deep, desperate, and all-consuming.
