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FORTY-ONE

To Touch

Paul

I set down my pencil; the final lines of the sketch perfectly captured Vivianne’s essence. She kneels before me on the sheepskin rug, her hands resting on her knees, her body bathed in the warm glow of the fireplace.

The light dances off her skin, highlighting every curve, contour, and delicate line I’ve committed to paper.

But now, I’m done with drawing.

I need to touch, to feel, and to taste.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” I murmur, my voice husky with desire. “The sight of you, like this, bare and open…It’s driving me insane.”

The past hours have been exquisite torture, a slow unveiling of her body and soul. I peeled back another layer with each sketch, revealing more of her to my hungry gaze.

Each pose, each glimpse of her bare skin, stoked the fire within me, turning my desire into a raging inferno that can no longer be contained.

The first pose was innocent enough—her shoulders bare, the curve of her neck elegant and inviting. But with each passing hour, each new pose, more of her was exposed, both physically and emotionally.

The second sketch bared her back, the delicate line of her spine, the smooth expanse of her skin begging to be touched. The third revealed the swell of her breasts, the soft shadows casting alluring promises. The fourth, her hips and the hint of what lay between her thighs, a tantalizing glimpse that set my blood on fire.

And now, the fifth. She’s completely bare before me, her body open and vulnerable, her eyes filled with trust and desire. It’s more than I can bear.

My body aches with need, every muscle taut with the effort of holding back. My heart hammers in my chest, my breath coming in ragged bursts.

I’m hard, painfully so, my body screams for release, for her. Her eyes burn into mine, a flicker of heat that I can feel more than see. Her lips part slightly, and the air between us thickens, charged with something unspoken.

She doesn’t need to say a word—her gaze alone is enough, drawing me in, daring me to close the distance. There’s a pull, a tension that tightens the space around us, her body leaning just a fraction closer, as if she’s waiting for me to make the next move.

She tilts her chin up, a slow, deliberate move, her gaze locking onto mine with a smoldering intensity. Her lips curve, just barely, and I can feel it—the way she toys with me, aware of the fire she’s stoking inside.

My pulse thrums, heat spreading through my chest as her eyes flick down, tracing over me like she already knows I’ll follow wherever she leads.

But tonight, she’s not leading.

My hand flexes, the hunger sharp, undeniable. She’s mine now, and the silent challenge in her gaze only fuels the need clawing at me. Every inch of her body dares me to claim her, and I will—because no matter the power she thinks she holds, I know I’ve already won.

I inhale deeply, her scent wrapping around me, rich with sweet vanilla and something darker, more primal. It hits me hard, sending a pulse of heat straight through my veins, tightening every muscle, my control fraying with each passing second.

I can’t wait any longer. I can’t deny this need, this hunger, this all-consuming desire that threatens to overwhelm me.

The sketchbook slips from my fingers, forgotten, as a low growl hums in my chest. My body moves on instinct, driven by the heat coiling in my gut. Each step toward her is deliberate, slow, every muscle in me tightening like a spring ready to snap.

As I prowl toward her, I grasp the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head in one fluid motion. I toss it aside, my eyes never leaving hers. Her gaze roams over my chest, taking in the hard lines and planes of my body, the muscles taut with anticipation and need.

Her breath quickens, her chest rising and falling in short, shallow bursts as I close the distance.

I pause, standing before her, allowing her to take in the sight of me. Her eyes widen, her breath hitching as she watches me unbuckle my belt, the leather sliding through the loops with a soft hiss. I toss it aside, my fingers moving to the buttons of my trousers.

One by one, I pop them open, my gaze locked onto hers, the promise of what’s to come hanging heavy in the air.

I toe off my shoes, kicking them aside, never breaking eye contact. Her breath comes faster now, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her eyes dark with desire. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my trousers, slowly pushing them down my hips and my thighs until they pool at my feet.

I step out of them, standing before her in just my briefs, my body aching with need. Her gaze flicks down, taking in the sight of me, the obvious bulge in my briefs, leaving no doubt as to the effect she has on me.

The air between us crackles with the tension that tightens around us like a vise. My presence presses into her, heavy and relentless, pulling her in.

I hook my fingers into the waistband of my briefs, slowly pulling them down, revealing myself to her inch by inch. Her breath catches in her throat as I take myself in hand, stroking my length, showing her just how hard she makes me.

Her eyes trace a slow, deliberate path over my body, starting at my shoulders, lingering on my chest, drifting downwards. She takes in every ridge of muscle, every line and contour, as if committing them to memory.

Her gaze is like a physical touch, setting my skin on fire and igniting a trail of desire that follows in its wake. She takes in the V of my hips, the indentations that lead her gaze directly to my cock, proudly standing at attention for her.

Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of me grasping myself, her cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink.

She can’t look away, her gaze locked onto the sight of my hand slowly stroking my length, the evidence of my desire for her undeniable.

Her eyes darken, the pupils dilating, eclipsing the irises. Her lips part further, a soft gasp escaping, a silent plea, a wordless invitation.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her breath coming in short, shallow pants, matching the rhythm of my own. Her fingers twitch at her sides as if restraining herself from reaching out, from replacing my hand with her own.

The need in her gaze, the desperation, and the hunger mirrors my own. Her body leans toward me slightly, unconsciously drawn to me, seeking the contact, the connection that we both crave. Her eyes flick up to meet mine, a silent, heated exchange passing between us.

“This is what you do to me, Vivianne,” I growl, my voice thick with desire. “See how hard I am for you? How much I want you. This is all for you. Only for you.”

Her eyes flick back down, watching as I continue to stroke myself, her breath hitching, her body trembling slightly.

The air between us is charged and electric, the tension thick and heavy. Her gaze speaks volumes, conveying her desire, need, and want.

And I stand before her, my body aching, my heart pounding, my cock throbbing in my hand, ready to fulfill her every need, to satisfy her every desire, to claim her as my own.

I take a step closer, closing the distance between us, ready to make her mine in every sense of the word.

I stop inches away, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off her skin and see the pulse flickering at her throat.

“Every inch of you,” I murmur, my voice low, rough with need, “belongs to me. Immortalized on canvas—and burned into your flesh.”

She shudders beneath my touch, the unspoken surrender in the way she leans into me, her body arching just enough to close the gap, to give me what I already know is mine.

Her eyes meet mine, a silent invitation in their depths. The outside world fades away, leaving only her, this moment, and our insatiable hunger for each other.

There’s no asking, no hesitation.

I’m lost in the haze of lust, driven by an instinct as old as time itself. I need to claim her, to possess her, to make her mine in every sense of the word. Her eyes, wide and dark with desire, tell me she understands, that she’s with me, that she wants this as much as I do.

I drop to my knees before her, the softness of the sheepskin rug a stark contrast to the hardness of my body.

A gasp escapes before she can stop it as I reach out, my fingers tracing the line of her jaw, her cheek, her lips. Her skin is soft and warm, and she leans into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed.

“Paul,” she whispers, my name a breathless plea on her lips.

But I’m beyond words, beyond reason. I’m a creature of need, of desire, of primal instinct.

I’m going to take what’s mine.

I lean in, capturing her mouth in a fierce, hungry kiss. She responds instantly, her body pressing against mine, her arms wrapping around my neck. Her lips are soft and yielding, and her taste is sweet and addictive.

“You taste incredible,” I murmur against her lips, deepening the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth, claiming every inch of her.

She moans softly, her body melting into mine, her hands roaming over my chest, my shoulders, and my arms, as if she can’t get enough of me.

Suddenly, she pulls back slightly, her eyes meeting mine, a wicked glint sparkling in their depths. She bites her lower lip, a small, sensual smile playing at the corners of her mouth. And then, she reaches out, her hand wrapping around my cock, causing my breath to hitch.

Her touch is delicate yet firm, her fingers exploring, stroking, driving me wild. She runs her thumb over the sensitive tip, spreading the bead of moisture she finds there, making my body shudder with pleasure.

Her eyes never leave mine, her gaze holding me captive as she continues to caress me, her hand moving in a slow, sensual rhythm that threatens to undo me completely.

“Vivianne,” I groan, my voice barely recognizable, a low growl filled with desire and need. Her name on my lips is like a prayer, a plea, a promise.

Her smile widens, her eyes darkening with lust, with power, knowing the affect she has on me. She leans in, her breath warm against my ear, her voice a sultry whisper.

“You’re not the only one who can take what they want,” she whispers, her voice sultry and confident. Her words send a shiver down my spine, her touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

She leans in, her breath warm against my skin, her lips softly brushing against the tip of my cock. I groan, my body tensing, my hands instinctively reaching out to tangle in her hair.

Her eyes flick up to meet mine, a wicked smile playing on her lips, before she takes me into her mouth.

The sensation is exquisite, her mouth hot and wet, her tongue swirling around me, her lips tightening as she begins to move, taking me deeper, inch by inch. I can’t look away, the sight of her on her knees before me, her mouth wrapped around my cock, is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

She moans softly, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Her hands move to my hips, her fingers digging into my flesh, holding me steady as she continues to take me deeper, her head bobbing in a rhythm that matches the pounding of my heart.

Her tongue is magical, tracing the veins of my cock, swirling around the sensitive tip, driving me wild with desire.

Her mouth is a haven of pleasure, her lips a seal of ecstasy, her touch igniting a fire within me that threatens to consume me completely.

I groan her name, my voice barely recognizable, a low growl filled with need and want. My hands grip her hair tighter, my hips thrusting gently, matching her rhythm, losing myself in the sensation, in the pleasure, in her.

She looks up at me, her eyes dark with lust, her cheeks hollowed as she takes me deeper still. The sight of her, the feel of her, the taste of her, is more than I can bear.

My body tenses, the intake of air feels jagged, catching like a hook, my heart pounds as my release builds, threatening to explode.

But I don’t want to come like this. I want to be inside her, to feel her, to claim her completely.

I gently pull her away, my cock slipping from her mouth with a pop. She looks up at me, her eyes questioning, her lips swollen and glistening.

“Not like this, Vivianne,” I growl, my voice thick with desire. “I want to be inside you when I come. I want to feel you, all of you.”

And with that, I capture her mouth in another fierce kiss, my body pressing against hers. My hands roam over her body, tracing the curves I just spent hours committing to paper.

But this is different.

This is real.

Claiming, possessing, and worshipping.

This is her flesh beneath my fingertips.

Her heartbeat pounding in sync with mine.

Her trembling body responding to my touch.

Her desire matching my own.

I trail kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. Her skin is salty and sweet, a sensual feast that leaves me craving more. She moans, her body arching into my touch, offering more of herself to me.

I lay her down on the rug, the soft wool against her back and the fire’s warmth at her side. I hover over her, my body supported by my arms, my eyes locked onto hers.

Firelight flickers in her gaze, reflecting the desire that burns within us both.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmur, my voice husky with want. “Every inch of you. Every line, every curve. I could spend a lifetime exploring you and never tire of the journey.”

Her eyes meet mine, a sultry, seductive smile playing on her lips. She reaches up, her fingers tracing the stubble on my jaw, her touch sending sparks of desire coursing through my veins.

Her voice is a soft, sensual purr as she whispers, “I’m yours. Every inch of me, every line, every curve—all yours to explore, to claim, to possess.”

Her words send a surge of heat straight to my groin, my body responding to her sensual invitation.

She leans in closer, her breath warm against my ear, her body pressing against mine. Her voice drops to a husky whisper laced with promise and desire.

“Make me burn. Set my body on fire with your touch. Make me ache for you, crave you, need you like I’ve never needed anyone before.”

Her eyes never leave mine, her gaze holding me captive, drawing me in, drowning me in the depths of her desire.

I capture her mouth in a fierce, passionate kiss, my tongue exploring her, tasting her, claiming her. Her body melts into mine, her curves fitting perfectly against my angles, her softness yielding to my hardness.

Her words send a thrill through me, a primal, possessive surge that leaves me aching to claim her completely. I trail my fingers down her body, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. I dip my head, kissing the soft skin of her inner thighs, feeling her tremble with anticipation.

Her scent is stronger here, a musky, intoxicating perfume that drives me wild. I trail kisses higher, my tongue tasting her, teasing her. She moans, her body writhing beneath me, her hands gripping the rug.

“You’re so wet for me.” My fingers slip inside of her, feeling her tighten around me. “So ready. I can’t wait to be inside of you, to feel you clenching around me.”

I continue my sensual assault, my fingers and tongue working in tandem, driving her higher and higher. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body tensing, her muscles coiling in anticipation of release.

“Paul,” she gasps, her voice barely a whisper. “I can’t…I need…”

“I know what you need.” I position myself between her legs, my body supported by my arms as I hover over her.

The fire blazes beside us, casting a warm, flickering glow over her skin, highlighting the curves and contours of her body.

I retrieve a condom from my wallet. Her eyes track my every movement, her breath coming in shallow pants as I tear open the packet. I roll the condom onto my length, my heart pounding in my chest, my body aching with the need to be inside her.

I lean down, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Her mouth opens to me, welcoming me, her tongue tangling with mine in a sensual dance that leaves us both breathless. I can taste her desire and feel her need, and it fuels my own, pushing me to the brink of my control.

I break the kiss, my forehead resting against hers, our breaths mingling, our eyes locked. I reach down, positioning myself at her entrance, feeling the heat of her against me.

“Look at me, Vivianne.” Her name is a whisper and a promise. “I want to see you as I take you. I want to see the pleasure in your eyes as I make you mine.”

She’s wet, ready, her body welcoming me, inviting me in.

I pause, drawing out the moment, our gazes locked, our hearts pounding in sync. The fire crackles and pops beside us, but its heat is nothing compared to the inferno that rages between us.

Her skin is hot beneath my touch, her body flushed with desire, her eyes dark with need.

I take my time and enter her, slow and deliberate, inching myself deeper and deeper into her warmth. Her body arches into mine, her legs wrapping around my waist, her heels digging into the small of my back, urging me on.

Her eyes flutter closed, a soft gasp escaping her lips as I fill her completely. She’s tight, her body gripping me like a vise. I groan, the sensation overwhelming, the pleasure intense.

“Vivianne,” I murmur, my voice husky with desire. “Look at me. Let me see you.”

Her eyes flutter open, gaze locking onto mine. Fire dances in her pupils, a reflection of the inferno raging between us. My hips roll, a slow and measured rhythm, each thrust drawing out a gasp from deep within her.

Her body moves in sync with mine, hips rising to meet each stroke. Her breath stutters, betraying her long before her cheeks flush the prettiest pink. Then her lips part, echoing the silent cries of pleasure that escape her with each deliberate movement.

The fire beside us casts a warm, flickering glow over her skin, highlighting the curves and contours of her body as she arches into me. Her body trembles with each penetrating thrust.

Her heartbeat thrums against my chest, a rhythm that mirrors my own racing pulse. The air between us is thick with the scent of our desire, the sound of our ragged breaths filling the room.

I capture her lips in a searing kiss, our tongues dancing, our breaths mingling. Her fingers dig into my back, nails lightly raking my skin, urging me deeper, closer.

Her body feels incredible against mine, her softness yielding to my hardness, her curves fitting perfectly against my angles. With each thrust, I claim her, and with each kiss, I worship her. The world outside fades away, leaving only us, this moment, this connection.

“So fucking tight. So fucking perfect. You were made for me.”

Her body tightens around me, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

She’s close, so close.

I reach between us, my fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. I circle it gently, my touch sending her spiraling.

“Come for me,” I growl, my voice thick with desire. “Let me feel you fly.”

Her body convulses, a low moan escaping her lips as she finds her release, her back arching off the soft fur beneath us.

The sight of her, bathed in the warm glow of the fireplace, lost in the throes of ecstasy, ignites a primal hunger within me. I’m not done, not nearly. I need more. I need all of her.

My grip on her tightens, fingers digging into her hips as I chase my own release. The fur beneath us is soft, but I am anything but gentle.

My thrusts become harder, faster, each one driving me deeper into her. My body is a thing possessed, every muscle taut, every nerve ending alight with raw, primal need.

A growl tears from my throat, low and feral, echoing through the room. Her body is pliant and yielding beneath mine, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she clings to me, her nails digging into my shoulders, urging me on.

The fire casts flickering shadows on her skin, highlighting the curve of her hips, the sweat-slicked valley between her breasts. The heat of the flames licks at our bodies, mirroring the inferno raging within us.

Her body trembles as another wave of pleasure crashes over her. She cries out my name, the sound raw and unbridled, driving me to the brink of madness.

I plunge into her, again and again, faster and faster, each thrust more savage, more animalistic than the last.

Her body takes all of me, her hips rising to meet each punishing stroke. The fur beneath us shifts and slides, our bodies moving as one, a tangle of limbs and desire.

She clenches around me, her body gripping mine like a vise. My vision blurs, my body coils tight, every muscle straining, every sinew stretched taut. And then, with a final, brutal thrust, I bury myself deep inside her, a roar tearing from my chest as I find my release.

My body pulses, waves of pleasure crashing over me, drowning me in a sea of sensation. Her body quivers beneath mine, her inner muscles contracting, drawing out every last drop of pleasure.

Exhausted, I collapse on top of her, my body spent, my heart pounding, my lungs burning. Her arms wrap around me, her body cradling mine, her breath warm against my ear. The fire beside us crackles and pops, casting a warm, dancing light over our sated, entwined bodies.

In this moment, we are one, our bodies joined, our hearts beating as one, our souls entwined. And as I lie here, my body still buried deep inside hers, the heat of the fire warming our skin, I know that I am home.

The fire continues to crackle, its warmth wrapping around us. The scent of her, of us, fills the air, a heady, intoxicating mix that speaks of passion, love, and desire.

I hold her close, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin, my heart swelling with emotions too profound to put into words.

I’ve found something rare, something precious. I’ve found a love that transcends the physical, a connection that goes deeper than the flesh.

I’ll do everything in my power to hold onto it, to cherish it, to protect it. Because what we have is real. It’s raw. It’s beautiful. And it’s forever.