The study was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the roaring fire in the corner. The room was filled with dark wood furniture and floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, giving it a luxurious and intimate feel.
She sat on the arm of the chair, her body angled towards him. He was sitting upright, his posture tense as she traced her fingers along his chest and abdomen. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, his arousal clear.
She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Do you know what I taste like?"
He responded with a low growl, his hands gripping her hips. She took it as a sign to continue, her hand closing around his hard length. She stroked him slowly, her grip firm and confident.
He sucked in a breath, his head falling back against the cushions. She leaned down, her tongue darting out to taste him. He groaned, his hands threading through her hair.
She pulled back, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she looked at him. "Is this because of the wine, or because of me?" she asked, her voice dripping with faux innocence.
He responded with a husky laugh, his hands tightening on her hips. "Both," he admitted.
She continued to explore him, her touch becoming more confident and demanding. She wrapped her lips around him, sucking him deep into her mouth. He gasped, his hips bucking upward. She moaned, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine.
She pulled back, her hand still wrapped around him. "May I look?" she asked, her voice dripping with faux innocence.
He nodded, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. She looked down, her eyes widening at the sight of him. She leaned down again, her tongue tracing a path along his length. He groaned, his hands gripping the arms of the chair.
She took him deep into her mouth again, her hands gripping his hips. He thrust upward, his hips moving in time with her rhythm. She pulled back, her hand still wrapped around him.
"You taste like power," she said, her voice husky with desire.
He responded with a low growl, his hands gripping her hips. "And you taste like sin," he said.
She smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'll take that as a compliment," she said, her hand still wrapped around him.
He leaned forward, his lips brushing against hers. "You should," he said, his hands gripping her hips.
She leaned into the kiss, her body moving in time with his. The taste of power and sin mingling together, creating a intoxicating mix that left them both wanting more.
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