The Quiet Encounter, 2
Desire had been fulfilled, yes—but something far more dangerous had awakened. I wanted more of her.
I carried her with me long after I left that room—not just her body, her scent, or her taste, but the way she had looked at me when she let go. That moment lodged deep inside me: her back arched slightly, breath caught, eyes closed, as if the world had narrowed to one consuming need. Desire had been fulfilled, yes, but something far more dangerous had awakened. I wanted more of her. In the days that followed, I moved thro...