Naomi Swann's Forbidden Pleasure

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The opulent hotel suite was a sanctuary of hushed decadence, a world away from the life Naomi Swann was supposed to be living. Keiran Lee’s presence was an intoxicating force, his knowing smile promising a temporary escape from every rule and responsibility. His first touch was a deliberate shock, a searing brand against her skin that banished all coherent thought. She surrendered to the sensation, her head tilting back as his lips traced a scorching path down the column of her throat. Every article of clothing that fell to the floor felt like the shedding of a different persona, each one a constraint she was desperate to forget. His hands, both commanding and reverent, mapped the secret geography of her body, learning the landscape of this shared transgression. A low, guttural moan escaped her as he claimed her completely, the forbidden pleasure of the act sharpening every nerve ending to an unbearable peak. The world outside the gilded windows ceased to exist, reduced to the rhythmic cadence of their joining and the frantic beating of her own heart. This was not merely a physical union but a deliciously wicked pact, a mutual understanding of the thrill found in the shadows. In that suspended moment, bathed in the dim gold of the lamplight, there was only the exquisite, sinful truth of their connection.