The silk scarves felt impossibly smooth between their fingers, the fabric so fine it seemed to pulse with its own energy. Marcus took his with steady hands, though Samantha could see the slight tremor in his fingers that betrayed his anticipation. Her own hands weren't much steadier as she grasped the burgundy silk, the material warming instantly to her touch.
They stood facing each other, scarves in hand, and for a moment neither moved. The weight of what they were about to attempt hung heavy in the air between them. This wasn't just about physical pleasure or power games—this was about fundamentally reshaping everything they thought they knew about themselves and their relationship.
"Together," Marcus said softly, his voice rough with barely contained desire.
