I couldn’t resist the pull of his gaze, the way his eyes bore into mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. He was a man of mystery and danger, much older than I (*and? I’ve always had a daddy fetish*), and I was inexplicably drawn to him despite the many risks.
One fateful night, our paths crossed in the dark alley behind the club. He approached me with a predatory glint in his eyes, his rugged features illuminated by the moonlight. I knew I should have turned away, but something about him captivated me.
“Come with me,” he murmured in a low, gravelly voice that sent a thrill through my body.
I hesitated, knowing that it was reckless to follow a stranger into the unknown. But my curiosity and desire got the best of me, and I found myself nodding, unable to resist the pull he had over me.
He led me to a secluded spot, hidden from prying eyes. The tension between us was palpable as he closed the distance between us, his body pressing against mine with an almost…*primal* hunger.
Honestly, I’ve never been so turned on in my life.