Sparks Fly: An Erotic Tale of Power and Passion

Erin Electra

Erin Electra,Matthias Christ

The city lights blurred beyond the rain-streaked window, a distant galaxy that couldn't compete with the universe we were creating. His hand found the small of my back, a simple touch that sent a jolt of pure lightning straight to my soul. I leaned into him, my body molding against his as if we were two halves finally made whole. A soft sigh escaped my lips, lost against the warmth of his neck as he pulled me closer. The curve of my lower back fit perfectly into his steadying palm, his grip both possessive and reverent. Every nerve ending hummed with a delicious, aching awareness, a current of unspoken promises passing between us. The air grew thick with the scent of rain and his cologne, an intoxicating perfume that made my head spin. I could feel the heavy, rhythmic beat of his heart against my chest, a frantic drum answering the wild tempo of my own. The world narrowed to this single point of contact, a searing heat that promised both surrender and conquest. In that suspended moment, nothing existed but the electric silence and the breathtaking certainty of what was to come.