The echoes of their heated argument still reverberated off the walls of the room as the man embraced the woman from behind. The waves of anger and pain slowly subsided, but her body remained tense from the earlier confrontation. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, his lips gently brushing her neck, but she still resisted, not easily surrendering to the desire between them.
She tried to pull away, but he held her firmly, his hands gently caressing her arms. Her eyes still held a mixture of anger and defiance as she looked at him.
“Why can’t you leave me alone?” she whispered, her voice still trembling with pain.
He didn’t reply, just pulled her closer, his fingers tenderly tracing her face. The tension in their touch was palpable. He leaned in slowly, his lips barely grazing hers, but she turned her head, resisting the kiss.
“Not now,” she murmured, though her voice already hinted at the desire building within her as his hands slowly slid down her waist.
He persisted, his fingers exploring her back, then gliding down to her thigh. Her skin was warm and velvety, each touch igniting waves of desire between them.
Her body slowly yielded to his advances, her sighs growing deeper and more intense as his lips brushed against her neck. She gradually turned to face him, still holding onto her anger and desire.
His hands cupped her face gently, his fingers brushing against her lips. She moved closer hesitantly, and their lips met again in a fierce, passionate kiss. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her body pressing fully against his.
The delicate fabric of her dress slowly slipped off her shoulders, revealing her firm breasts and smooth skin. His hands roamed hungrily over her exposed skin, exploring every curve and contour. Her muscles tensed under his touch, her sighs encouraging him further.
The tension became unbearable as their desire grew stronger. Impatiently, he tore at her dress, his fingers eagerly exploring her taut skin, feeling every quiver. Her lips kissed him fervently, her fingers quickly unbuttoning his shirt and ripping it off as if racing against time. Their touches grew more frenzied and intense as their bodies united in a fiery blaze of passion, instincts taking over as they lost themselves in a whirlwind of desire and ecstasy.
