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Time stretched, every second drawn out with deliberate, tantalizing patience, until Sienna understood that surrendering—even just a little—was the only way to survive the fire that was Damien Westwood. And as they clung to each other in the shadows, the night ahead promised passion, discovery, and the slow, inevitable burn of something neither of them could resist.

I never thought there would be such a day when I would write a letter. [Carol, at this moment, I don’t know if I should call you Caroline or Carol, but no matter who you are or which identity you have, I want to tell you that I love you. [When I wrote down the words “I love you,” I couldn’t believe they came from me, just like I never thought I would fall in love with a woman for whom I even wrote the first letter of my life. [When you read this letter, I feel you probably won’t reject me anymore, because this is a proposal letter.

She was a lamb, terrified yet alluring, and I wanted to be the one who showed her the other side of life—the dark pleasures, the sweet agony of surrender. I imagined peeling back her layers, exploring every inch of her skin, pushing her boundaries until she gasped for more. The idea of her innocence being shattered excited me. I envisioned her confusion slowly morphing into understanding—a deep desire for what I had to offer. With every passing moment, anticipation built within me. I wanted to mark her, to claim her fully, and make her mine in every sense. I could almost feel the power of control coursing through me, the thrill of the chase lighting a fire in my veins.

“Tell me what you're thinking.” “I’m thinking about how much I want to bury myself deep inside you,” I confided, starting to rock my hips back and forth and coating my entire length with her wetness before lowering a bit and aiming right where I wanted to be. “But we'll take it slow, okay? I want to savor this moment to remember it my entire life, Vivienne.” Her lips parted, but no sound escaped from them. Her eyes narrowed and didn't leave mine as I started to fuck her slowly, inch by inch. Her vaginal walls parted to welcome me into her warm, wet interior until I was finally fully buried in her.