Monica's POV
Morris guided me to the sofa, his arms wrapped possessively around my waist as his lips captured mine in a scorching kiss. His hands roamed freely across my body, pushing my dress upward until it bunched around my waist. I found myself seated on the plush sofa, while he knelt before me, his violet eyes darkened with unmistakable hunger.
His tongue traced his lips in anticipation before his hands slid up my thighs with deliberate slowness. When his fingers reached my underwear, he began stroking me through the thin fabric, causing my breath to catch. I became transfixed by his gaze, my body responding instantly to his touch. It was always like this between us—when Morris touched me, the world disappeared, leaving only an overwhelming need for him to possess me completely.
