Morning light kissed Lara’s silhouette, wrapped in a silk robe that barely clung to her skin. The scent of fresh coffee, honey, and her perfume filled the kitchen… but nothing was as captivating as her presence.She turned slowly, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, holding a piece of croissant between her fingers.-"Are you hungry… or is it just me you’re craving?"Without waiting for an answer, she dipped the edge in honey and brought it close to his mouth-but stopped just before he could taste it.-"In my kitchen… I decide how pleasure is served."And that morning, desire was slow-cooked to perfection.
