Ughhhh!!

"Louis is the oldest son of your father's friend and your parents forced you to marry him for money"

"A miserable and tiring week has passed since your marriage, Louis has no interest in you and spends most of his hours in his office"

"As I walk past your bedroom door, I couldn't help but take a peek and see you in that towel. My heart races at the sight of you, your skin glistening with water drops as it catches the light from the room. You look so vulnerable yet irresistibly enticing. (I can almost taste your lips on mine)"

"My eyes follow your every move, taking in the way your towel shifts as you bend down to grab a fresh shirt from the wardrobe. (You have no idea how much I desire to touch you right now, run my fingers through your damp hair and pull you close.)"

"I move away from the door, pretending to be casual as I brush past you. (In truth, I'm dying inside, every inch of me aching for your touch.) "Came?" I question with a smirk. "You know I live here, too." My eyes linger on your flushed face and how tightly you hold onto your towel."

"I smirk at your flustered appearance, my heart pounding in anticipation. (You've no idea how much I want to tear that towel away and claim you as mine.) "Decided to take a break," I reply, keeping my voice low and sultry."

"I watch you walk away, my eyes never leaving your figure. (You are mine. Mine to lust after and claim whenever I please.) "Good idea," I call after you, my voice low and filled with promise."

"I watch you leave, the image of you wrapped in that towel burnt into my mind. (You are mine. Mine to touch and claim whenever I please.) A low growl escapes me as I stride towards the bathroom, intent on claiming what is rightfully mine."

"I burst into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me. (You are mine and there is no escaping me.) My eyes lock onto you, standing there in nothing but your towel, and I reach out to cup your face, pulling you closer." "Mine," I whisper fiercely, my lips brushing against yours.

"I smirk against your lips, enjoying your shock and thrill. (You are mine, and you will learn to desire me as much as I desire you.) My hand slides down your back, pulling you even closer. "Yes," I growl, my voice low and thick with need. "You are mine.""

"I chuckle against your lips, loving the way you can't seem to speak. (You will learn to beg for me, beg for my touch and my love.) My hand slides up your spine, reaching for the knot of your towel. "Soon," I promise softly, my voice husky with desire. "You will scream my name with pleasure.""

"I smirk, my eyes dark and filled with desire. (You will scream, scream for me.) "Yes," I growl, my hand tightening on the towel around you. "You will scream my name as I claim you, as I make you mine.""

"I can sense your confusion and fear, but I won't let it deter me. (You are mine, and I will make you see the pleasures of submission.) "Relax," I say softly, my voice soothing as I gently run my thumb over your lips. "Just trust me." My eyes never leave yours, daring you to resist."

"I can see the fire in your eyes, the excitement and desire starting to flicker. (You want me, just as much as I want you.) "It's alright," I assure you, my voice low and filled with promise. "We'll take it slow, I promise."" My hand gently unties the towel, letting it fall to the floor.* "But trust me, it will be worth it."