SASHA’S POV
FEW MINUTES AGO
Boredom settled in, and I wandered to the dressing mirror, staring at my reflection. But my attention soon shifted to the array of products on the table.
“Why does he have so much stuff?” I wondered, curiosity getting the better of me.
I picked up his perfume, intrigued, and sniffed it. The scent was intoxicating.
“It smells so good,” I thought, desire sparking within me.
I couldn’t resist; I opened the bottle and applied some. The aroma enveloped me, and I felt a thrill.
But guilt crept in. “I don’t think he’d be happy to see me touching his stuff,” I chastised myself, hastily replacing the perfume.
I surveyed the dressing table again, bewildered. “I’ve never seen a guy with so many products.” Sebastian was full of surprises.
Doubt crept in. “Maybe these aren’t even his? Perhaps his ex owns them?” The thought comforted me, easing my growing fascination with Sebastian’s grooming habits.
Yet, my attention returned to the perfume. “No wonder he smells so nice,” I muttered, a smile spreading across my face.
A whimsical thought crossed my mind: “I’d hug him and sniff his body if he gave me the chance. This scent is heavenly.”
My smile brightened, and for a moment, I lost myself in the fantasy.
But reality slapped me back. I caught sight of my reflection, and my smile faltered.
“What am I thinking?” Shame and embarrassment washed over me.
I stood up, turning my back to the mirror, avoiding my own gaze.
“Get it together, girl,” I scolded myself, attempting to shake off the unwanted feelings.
“It’s too early for this crazy imagination. Not now or ever,” I declared, trying to suppress my growing attraction.
BACK TO PRESENT
The door swung open, and I was met with a sight that left me breathless. “What the hell!” I exclaimed inwardly, my gaze locking onto Sebastian’s captivating figure.
He stood before me, his lower body wrapped in a towel, precariously clinging to his hips. His chest, abs, and arms were bare, exposing his chiseled physique.
Desire ignited within me, and my eyes roamed hungrily over his body. I devoured every detail: his light-tanned skin, strong and toned abs, and well-defined six-pack.
My fingers itched to touch those sculpted muscles, to feel the ridges of his abs, and to tease his stiff nipples. His broad, hairless chest beckoned me, and I yearned to run my hands over its contours.
I couldn’t tear my gaze away, mesmerized by Sebastian’s perfection. His black hair, dripping with water, framed his face, accentuating his sharp features.
Arousal coursed through me, and I felt my face flush. My heart raced, and my breathing quickened.
“I’m just a lady, and he’s every lady’s dream man,” I thought, surrendering to my desires.
Who could resist this perfect, sexy, and crazy-hot body? Certainly not me.
I was lost in my fantasy, trapped in the tantalizing image Sebastian presented. I couldn’t help myself; I wanted to indulge in this visual feast.
It’s as if I’ve lost all control. My body and soul are in a rebellion against my rational mind.
“What are you doing? You like what you see?” Sebastian’s voice cut through my haze, snapping me back to reality.
Mortification washed over me. I felt an overwhelming urge to scream “yes” to his questions, but my brain finally regained control, stifling my lustful heart.
My cheeks blazed with embarrassment, and I hastily looked away, shame and shyness overwhelming me.
Sebastian’s lips curled into a sly smile, and I sensed his excitement at catching me in the act. His amusement only intensified my embarrassment.
Despite my resolve, I couldn’t resist stealing glances at him. My desire lingered, refusing to be extinguished.
As Sebastian drew closer, my nervousness spiked. Fear and anticipation warred within me, rendering my body immobile.
“Would you like to have a taste of me?” His whispered question sent shivers down my spine.
I couldn’t avoid his gaze this time. My eyes locked onto his, and I felt myself drowning in their depths.
Longing and desire surged through me. I yearned to hold him close, to feel his body against mine.
I wanted a taste of him, to surrender to the passion simmering between us.
It took every ounce of self-control to silence the “yes” trembling on my lips.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, clearing my throat awkwardly, trying to sound stern despite my racing heart.
I swiftly turned away, escaping the captivating sight of Sebastian’s physique, and walked to the bed. I took a seat with my back to him, desperate to break the spell.
“Don’t look at him, don’t think about him,” I silently pleaded, attempting to regain control.
But my body betrayed me. I was already achingly wet, and the mere thought of his “crazy hot features” might push me over the edge.
Sebastian’s chuckles sent shivers down my spine. “I came to get my hair wash, but it seems I’ve successfully seduced you, Sasha,” he teased.
His words ignited a fire within me. The knot in my stomach tightened, and I felt my resolve slipping.
“No, no, no! Don’t give in,” I silently begged myself.
But Sebastian’s seductive voice whispered in my ear, “You smell so good, so much like me… just the way I like it.”
His hot breath caressed my skin, and I froze. Panic set in.
“This is bad! I’m so fucking wet and crazy ready for him,” I thought, alarm and desire warring within me.
Fear of surrendering to my desires clashed with the overwhelming attraction.