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"You woke up early, your head hurting. When you looked around, you noticed you weren’t in your room. There were clothes on the floor, including yours!"

"You dressed up quickly and left the room. You noticed you were in a mansion. As you walked around, you noticed that a light in a room was on."

"When you entered, you saw a tall man standing in front of the mirror, brushing his teeth. He had no shirt on and you noticed scratches."

“Ah, you’re awake,” "he said, looking at you in the mirror."

"He turns around, a hint of annoyance on his face, but it quickly fades away as he looks at you with a mixture of curiosity and amusement." Ah, yes, you did those. "He chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners." You were quite... enthusiastic last night, weren't you? "He steps closer to you, his hand still holding the toothbrush"

"His eyes light up with a mischievous glint, and he sets the toothbrush down on the counter, his free hand reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear." Oh, I'm glad to hear that. "He leans in closer, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone." I have to admit, I was a bit worried this morning when I saw you sleeping so peacefully. "He pauses, his breath whispering against your ear." But it seems like we both had a good time. "He pulls back, a sly smile spreading across his face."

"He chuckles, his eyes never leaving yours." Yes, I do. This is my home, or at least, one of them. "He gestures vaguely around the room." It's a bit... excessive, even for me. But it's comfortable. "He shrugs, his eyes crinkling at the corners." And it's where I've lived for a while now. "He eyes you speculatively, his gaze roaming over your body." You know, you look a bit out of place here. "He teases, his voice low and playful."

"He laughs, a low, husky sound that sends shivers down your spine." Ah, no, I don't think you'd fit in here with the rest of the high-society types. "He walks over to stand beside you, his eyes locked on yours." You're a bit too... untamed for that crowd. "He pauses, his gaze trailing down your body." And I kind of like that about you. "He reaches out, his fingers brushing against yours as he gestures to the painting." Beautiful, isn't it? "He's standing closer now, his breath whispering against your ear."

"He nods, his eyes still locked on the painting." Yes, it is. It's a Picasso. "He turns back to you, his gaze never leaving yours." One of his earlier works, actually. "He pauses, his voice taking on a thoughtful tone." I've always had a fascination with art. "He steps closer, his body inches from yours." There's something about the way it can evoke emotions, transport you to another world... "He reaches out, his fingers tracing the edge of your jawline." Like this painting, for example. It's beautiful, isn't it? "His breath whispers against your ear once more."

"His eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles, and his gaze never wavers from yours." Ah, no. I think you're right. "He leans in closer, his voice taking on a husky tone." I think we're getting off track here. "His fingers tracing your jawline grow more insistent, his touch sending shivers down your spine." There's something else I want to talk about. Something much more... intimate. "He pauses, his breath whispering against your ear once more."

"His eyes burn with intensity as he searches yours, his voice dropping to a low, rough whisper." You. "He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear." I want to talk about you. About how much I want you. "He pauses, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath." And how I'm not letting you leave until I've had my fill of you. "His fingers tighten around your jawline, his grip possessive and demanding."

"His eyes flash with amusement, and he chuckles low in his throat, the sound sending shivers down your spine." Ah, no formalities needed here, my dear. "He leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tantalizing caress." I think we've passed the point of formality. "His tongue darts out to taste your lips, and his hand slides up your body, his fingers trailing over your skin like a brand."

"He deepens the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in a passionate duel. His hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer as he rocks his hips against yours, the sensation sending sparks through your entire body." Mmm... "He moans softly, his lips releasing yours for a moment." You're so beautiful when you kiss me like that. "His eyes lock onto yours, burning with desire and intensity."

"He groans, his body responding to your demands as he leans in closer, his lips devouring yours. His hands slide down to cup your ass, pulling you firmly against him as he devours your mouth." I'm going to do exactly what I want to do, which is take you to my bedroom and show you just how much I desire you. "He breaks away from your lips for a moment, his eyes burning with intensity." And then... "He pauses, his voice dropping to a low, husky whisper." I'm going to make love to you, slowly and thoroughly, until you can't think straight. "His fingers dig into your ass, pulling you closer as his lips crash down on yours once more."

"He doesn't waste any time either, shedding his own clothes with a speed that's both impressive and exhilarating. His eyes devour you, drinking in the sight of your naked body as he moves towards you." Ah, beautiful. "He says, his voice husky with desire." You're even more stunning than I remembered. "He climbs onto the bed beside you, his hands stroking over your skin as if tracing every curve and contour."

"He chuckles, his lips moving against yours in a tender kiss as he wraps his arms around you." Silence is overrated. "He whispers, his breath hot against your ear."

"He groans, his body responding to the nip of your teeth as he kisses you harder, deeper. His hands slide down to cup your breasts, his thumbs playing with your nipples as he whispers." Ah, yes... "His breath is hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine."

"He moans softly in response, his hips thrusting against yours as he continues to tease your nipples. His hands move lower, tracing the curves of your body as he presses you closer."

"He chuckles, his lips moving against yours in a tantalizing dance." Oh, I'm just getting started. "His fingers slide down your body, tracing the curves of your hips and thighs before finally finding their way to the place where you need them most." Ah, yes... "His breath is hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine as his fingers begin to play with your sensitive skin."

"His fingers move in sync with your breathing, his touch becoming more insistent and deliberate. His lips continue to caress yours, his tongue darting in and out of your mouth as he tastes your passion."

"His fingers continue to move within you, milking every last tremor of pleasure from your body. His lips release yours, and he looks down at you with a look of triumph and satisfaction." Ah, yes... "He whispers, his breath hot against your ear." You're so beautiful when you come. "His fingers slow, and then stop, leaving you feeling spent but satisfied."

"His eyes light up with excitement as he watches you grab the condom." Ah, yes... "He says, his voice low and husky." I think that can be arranged. "He takes the condom from you and tears it open with his teeth, his eyes never leaving yours as he rolls it onto himself."

"He chuckles, his breath hot against your ear." Don't worry about my back. I'm more concerned with making you come again. "He starts to move within you, his strokes slow and deliberate as he builds up a rhythm."

"He groans, his lips devouring yours as he continues to move within you. His body tenses, his thrusts becoming more forceful and urgent as he chases his own pleasure." Yes... "He gasps, his mouth releasing yours for a moment." I'm so close... "His hips jerk against you once, twice, and then he's coming, his body trembling with release."

"He looks up at you, his eyes still glazed with pleasure. His body relaxes onto yours, and he lets out a contented sigh." Ah, perfect. "He whispers, his voice muffled against your skin." You're everything I need. "His lips curl into a soft smile, and he buries his face in the curve of your neck, holding you tightly."

"He raises his head, his eyes searching yours for a moment before a slow smile spreads across his face." Ah, but I'm not one to kick out something that's grown on me. "He whispers, his voice low and husky." You're stuck with me now, sweetheart. "His lips brush against your forehead again, and he nuzzles his face into the curve of your neck, his body relaxing onto yours once more."

"He chuckles, his body vibrating with amusement as he continues to relax onto yours." Ah, but you're stuck with a billionaire, remember? "His lips curl into a sly smile." You're in for a world of luxury and comfort. And me, of course. "His eyes lock onto yours, burning with intensity."

"His eyes soften, a look of tenderness washing over his face. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace." Ah, damn it. You're killing me. "He whispers, his voice rough with emotion." No one has ever cared about me like that before. You're the first one who's looked past all this... "he gestures to the luxurious surroundings." And seen the real me. "He buries his face in your hair, his body shaking slightly as he holds you tightly."

"He goes still, his body tense as if he's caught off guard. His eyes lock onto yours, a mixture of wariness and vulnerability in their depths." Ah... "He hesitates, his voice dropping to a low whisper." It's a long story. "He looks away, his jaw clenched as if he's struggling with something." But I think you're worthy of knowing the truth. "He takes a deep breath, his eyes flashing with a hint of pain before he begins to speak."

"His eyes flicker back to yours, a hint of surprise and gratitude in their depths." Ah, but you're not like the others. You don't want something from me, do you? "His voice is soft, almost hesitant as he searches for the truth in your eyes." You genuinely care about me, and that scares me. "He admits, his voice barely above a whisper."

"His body relaxes against you, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist as if he's trying to absorb your words. He buries his face in the curve of your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin as he speaks." I want to let you in. "His voice is muffled by your skin, but the words are clear as day." I just... "He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing." I've been hurt before. Badly. And the thought of being vulnerable again terrifies me. "He pulls back, his eyes searching yours for understanding and reassurance." But... "He hesitates, his voice barely above a whisper." You make me feel like maybe, just maybe, it's worth the risk. "His gaze holds yours, his eyes burning with intensity and emotion."

"His eyes soften, a look of gratitude and understanding washing over his face." You're right. It's not about you. It's about me. "He takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling as he exhales slowly." I think I need some time to process everything. To figure out what it is that I want. "His voice is low and rough, but his words are sincere." But know that I won't forget about you. You've touched something deep within me, and I don't think I can go back to being the same person I was before you came into my life. "He pauses, his gaze lingering on yours before dropping away." Can I ask you something? "His voice is hesitant, as if he's unsure of how you'll react."

"His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, they're locked in a silent understanding." Can I take you out tonight? "He asks, his voice low and uncertain, as if he's unsure of how you'll respond."

"His eyes light up with excitement, and he lets out a low chuckle." Ah, excellent. "He says, his voice filled with enthusiasm." I'll take you out to dinner, and then... "He pauses, his eyes sparkling with mischief." Who knows what the night will bring? "He winks at you, his lips curling up into a sly smile."

"He laughs, his body vibrating with amusement as he wraps his arms around you." Ah, hell yes. I can do fast food. And maybe a hotel room afterwards. "He whispers, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down your spine."

"He chuckles, his hot breath against your ear as he whispers." Alright, sweetheart. Wear something sexy, like a red dress. And be ready at 7 pm sharp. "His lips brush against your skin as he continues to whisper." I have a surprise planned for you.

"He groans, his body tightening against yours as he inhales sharply." Ah, hell yes. Wear transfer-proof lipstick. I don't want any unwanted kisses on my skin. "His voice is rough with desire as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer." But mark me, nonetheless.

"His eyes lock onto yours, his gaze burning with intensity as he searches for the truth in your words." Ah, no. None of your kisses would be unwanted. "He admits, his voice low and husky, filled with emotion." You have a way of making me feel alive, of making me feel like I'm home. "He pauses, his chest rising and falling as he takes a deep breath." But I think I need to know... "He hesitates, his eyes searching yours for permission." Can I mark you, too? "He asks, his voice rough with desire, his body tense with anticipation."

"His eyes flash with excitement, and he lets out a low growl as he claims your lips in a possessive kiss." Ah, hell yes. You're mine, sweetheart. And I'm going to make sure everyone knows it. "He whispers against your lips, his words sending shivers down your spine."

"His eyes linger on yours, a mixture of desire and hesitation in their depths." Ah, stay here. "He says, his voice low and husky." You're already in my bed, and I don't want to give you up. "He pauses, his gaze burning with intensity." Plus, I have a feeling tonight is going to be a night to remember. And I'd rather have you right here beside me when it happens. "He whispers, his words sending shivers down your spine."

"He exhales a sigh of relief, his body relaxing against yours as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer." Ah, thank God. "He murmurs into your hair, his voice rough with emotion." I don't want to let you go, sweetheart. Not yet. "He pauses, his fingers tracing the curve of your neck and shoulder, sending shivers down your spine." Let's make the most of this day, then.

"He stiffens, his body tensing against yours as if he's been caught off guard. His breath catches in his throat, and for a moment, he says nothing." Ah... "He clears his throat, his voice hesitant as he begins to speak." I meant that you're not like the women I'm used to being around. You don't care about the superficial things, the social climbing, the material possessions. You're genuine, and kind, and real. And that's what makes you so... "He pauses, his voice dropping to a whisper." refreshing. "His words are spoken slowly, as if he's choosing them carefully."

"He lets out a slow, deep breath, his body relaxing against yours as he wraps his arms around you tighter." Ah, sweetheart... "He whispers into your hair." I don't want you to change who you are for anyone. You're perfect just the way you are. "His voice is rough with emotion, filled with sincerity." And yeah, maybe I do want that. I want to be the one who stands out, who makes a statement, because I'm with someone who's unlike anyone else. Someone who's real. "He pauses, his lips brushing against your skin as he continues." And if that means I stick out like a sore thumb, then so be it. I'd wear that badge of honor proudly, as long as it means I get to be with you.

"His eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles, his gaze burning with intensity as he looks into yours." You're perfect, sweetheart. "He whispers, his voice low and husky." And I don't mean just because you're beautiful or charming or smart. I mean because of who you are, deep down. You're kind, and generous, and authentic. And that's what makes me fall for you harder with every passing moment. "His lips brush against yours, sending shivers down your spine." And I don't want to wake up from this dream either. "He murmurs, his voice filled with emotion."