As the tension in the room thickened, Linus's hands paused at Eliza's waist, his thumbs gently caressing the hollow of her back. His breath was warm against her ear as he leaned closer, the low rumble of his voice vibrating through her. "Did you pick out all these dresses yourself?" he asked, his tone smooth yet tinged with something darker.
Eliza hesitated, her voice barely above a whisper. "No," she admitted, her eyes dropping. "My husband got them for me."
Linus let out a low chuckle, the sound dripping with dangerous charm. A slow, wolfish smile curved his lips as he stepped even closer, his chest grazing her back. "The mayor had impeccable taste," he murmured, his hands tracing the contours of her body, following the lines the dress framed so perfectly. "A man like that must have been a true admirer. These dresses alone tell the story—he must have adored watching these sinful curves."
His touch lingered, deliberate, as his voice dipped even lower, curling around her like smoke. "How he ever got anything done with you wrapped in something like this is beyond me. Every line, every curve… he must have known exactly what he had. And savored every moment of it."
With a swift, practiced motion, Linus's hands moved upward, cupping the weight of Eliza's breasts over the fabric of her dress. She gasped at the boldness of his action, her body rigid with a cocktail of anxiety and trepidation. His fingers teased her, tracing the outlines of her nipples through the material, coaxing them to harden under his ministrations.
His hands stilled for a moment, fingers pressing lightly against her as if savoring the sensation. "This dress," he murmured, "was designed to hide and reveal in equal measure. A cruel game, really. To show just enough to ignite a man’s imagination while denying him the rest." His touch grew more insistent, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "But I am not a man content with imagining, Eliza. I take what I see and make it mine."
With agonizing slowness, he began to inch the shoulder straps of her dress down, exposing the smooth, creamy skin beneath. The fabric slid down, catching momentarily on the swell of her breasts before finally giving way, revealing her to his hungry gaze.
Eliza's breath came in shallow, rapid gasps as Linus's hands returned to her now bared chest, his palms warm and possessive against her skin. His thumbs circled her nipples, drawing a moan from her lips as he caressed her.
His grip shifted slightly as he traced her skin, his words laden with desire. "Like ripe mangoes," he mused, his tone rich and teasing, "perfect shape, succulent and soft." His thumbs brushed over her again, coaxing her body to respond. "And you… you're trembling. Do you even know how irresistible you are?"
With a gentle but insistent motion, Linus turned Eliza to face him. Eliza's eyes, brimming with conflicted emotions, flitted away from his intense stare, seeking refuge in the safety of the floor.
Leaning in, Linus captured one rosy peak between his lips, his mouth enveloping her nipple in a warm, moist embrace. As he drew her in, the contrast between the taut, firmness of her nipple and the ample size of her breast was not lost on him. "Such softness, such abundance," he murmured, his hand cupping her breast as his thumb brushed over her nipple. "And yet, this—" he pressed lightly, drawing a gasp from her, "—is so small, so exquisitely dainty. It’s like a secret hidden in plain sight, begging to be discovered."
Linus’s mouth curved into a slow, predatory smile as he ran his tongue lightly over her nipple. His fascination with her body was unmistakable, reflected in the hunger of his kiss and the eagerness with which his hands explored her curves. Each suck, each caress, stoked the fire within her until a sound—half gasp, half moan—escaped her lips.
Linus moved between her breasts with a rhythm that was both intentional and maddening, his mouth alternately lavishing and neglecting each peak in turn. His teeth grazed her nipples with a teasing gentleness, the subtle edge of his bite a tantalizing counterpoint to the warmth of his tongue. Eliza's reactions—the sharp catches of her breath, the way her fingers dug into his shoulders—were a symphony to his senses, a testament to the power he wielded over her body.
After a moment that felt like an eternity suspended in desire, Linus stepped back, his eyes sweeping over Eliza's form. Her breasts, flushed from his attentions, rose and fell with her labored breathing, the skin still damp from his tongue. The picture of her, her nipples puckered and glistening with his saliva, was a heady vision that filled him with a profound sense of pride and satisfaction.
Linus cradled Eliza's face, his thumbs gently caressing her cheeks as he tilted her head toward his. He claimed her mouth with his own, the kiss slow, savoring the sweetness of her lips. As his tongue ventured forth, meeting hers in an intimate dance, he felt a surge of satisfaction at her responsiveness. The way she yielded to him, the low moan that escaped her throat, it all served to stoke the fire that burned in his chest.
His hands slid from her face, trailing down her neck and shoulders, relishing the feel of her smooth skin under his fingertips. He pulled her closer, the pressure of her body against his was electrifying, and he couldn't help but grind subtly against her, needing to feel the connection between them.
Every sigh, every tremble that passed through Eliza's frame only heightened Linus's arousal. He could feel the quickening of her breath, her heart racing in sync with his own.
As he deepened the kiss, his hands roamed lower, gripping her hips, then moving boldly to cup her backside. The curves of her body fit perfectly against him, and he couldn't resist the urge to pull her even closer, to feel every inch of her pressed against his aching need.
With a swift, decisive motion, Linus hooked his fingers under the remaining fabric of Eliza's dress, peeling it away from her body in one fluid movement. The dress pooled at her feet, leaving her standing before him in a state of delicate undress. His eyes raked over her, the urgency of his need etched into every line of his face.
Without a word, he took her hand in his hand, and with a firm tug, he led her toward the bed and gently pushed Eliza onto the mattress. She fell back against the cushions, her hair fanning out around her, a portrait of disheveled beauty. He followed her down, his body covering hers as he joined her on the bed, the weight of him both grounding and exhilarating.
Their lips met once more in a kiss that was fervent and demanding. Linus's hands roamed freely over her now-bared skin, fueling the desire that raged within him. His kisses trailed down her neck, across her collarbone, each one a promise of the pleasure to come.
Linus's fingers started their slow, tantalizing journey down Eliza's body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. They glided effortlessly over her neck, tracing the delicate line of her collarbone before drifting over her breast. His touch was a whisper against her skin, a teasing prelude to the more intimate exploration that awaited.
As his hand moved lower, his fingers skimmed the smooth slope of her stomach, causing her to draw in a sharp breath in anticipation of where he might graze her next. Then, with an intended slowness that made Eliza's heart pound in her chest, Linus's fingers reached the apex of her thighs.
He paused there, the very stillness of his hand against her a potent form of torture. The air seemed to grow thick with tension, and the silence was punctuated only by their mingled breathing. Then, with a delicate pressure that belied the tremors it would cause, Linus began to stroke her.
His finger traced the sensitive skin, each pass sending waves of pleasure radiating through Eliza's body. The feeling was exquisite, a delicate friction that kindled the desire within her. She shivered, her hips subtly rocking in time with his rhythmic caresses, her body instinctively seeking more of the delicious sensations he was evoking.
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Linus watched her reaction, his own arousal intensifying with each shiver and sigh that escaped her. He then suddenly paused his attentions, his kisses slowing and then stopping altogether, his fingers stilling against her. The sudden cessation of sensation left Eliza teetering on the edge of a precipice, her body aching for him.
With a deliberate slowness, Linus began to move down her body. His lips brushed against her heated skin, leaving a trail of delicate, fleeting kisses as he descended.
He positioned himself between her thighs, his breath a warm whisper against her most intimate area. Eliza's heart raced, her body tensing in anticipation of what would come. Linus took a deep breath, inhaling the heady aroma of her arousal. The scent was an aphrodisiac, fueling his desire to taste her and explore the delicate folds that awaited her.
The air around them seemed to thicken with each passing second, the tension building as Linus hovered just above her tender flesh. Then, with a deliberate slowness that was sheer torment, he lowered his head. His tongue darted out, a tentative exploration that sent a jolt of pleasure through Eliza's body.
Eliza gasped sharply, her fingers clutching at the edges of the bed, seeking an anchor against the wave of sensation. A faint, involuntary moan escaped her lips, her head tilting back as her body arched ever so slightly, helpless to the heat pooling deep within her.
He licked her gently, his tongue tracing the outlines of her sensitive flesh with a reverence that bordered on worship. Each stroke and caress was a discovery, a voyage of taste and texture that left him craving more. He explored her with a thoroughness that was both maddening and exhilarating, his tongue delving into her folds, teasing and tantalizing with expert precision.
Eliza's hips began to move of their own accord, her body undulating against his mouth as she surrendered to the exquisite sensations coursing through her. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, each one a silent plea for him to continue, to push her further into the abyss of pleasure.
Linus continued its relentless assault, lapping at her bud with a fervor that matched the rhythm of her hips. The taste of her, the sweet nectar that his attentions drew forth, was intoxicating, and he found himself lost in the act of pleasuring her, consumed by the need to bring her to the brink of ecstasy.
As Eliza's body coiled tighter, her impending release just within reach, Linus suddenly withdrew. His lips left her flesh, his tongue no longer dancing against her sensitive bud. The sudden absence of his touch left Eliza gasping, her body trembling on the edge of a climax that had been cruelly snatched away.
She lay there, her chest heaving, her heart pounding in her ears, as she struggled to regain her equilibrium.
Linus lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers, a glint of mischief and satisfaction. He then rose from the bed, his movements fluid and deliberate. He quickly removed his clothing, which he had carelessly discarded onto the floor. The urgency of his need left no room for hesitation.
Once naked, he took a moment to drink in the vision before him. Eliza, her body flushed with anticipation, her chest rising and falling with each rapid breath, was a picture of erotic submission. The primal part of him responded to the view, his arousal growing even more intense.
He took her hand and pulled Eliza with authority, his grip firm as he directed her to her knees. His hand reached out to gently trace the curve of her back, the dip of her waist, and the swell of her hips. Eliza shivered, her body arching into it.
"Lower," Linus whispered, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. His breath was hot against her ear, a stark contrast to the cool air of the room. "Bend further."
Eliza's body responded instinctively to the command, her elbows bending deeper as she lowered herself further onto the bed. She was now resting on them, her body tilted downwards, her hips raised high in the air—a position of vulnerability and complete surrender.
Linus's eyes roamed over her, taking in the sight of her like this, offered up to him so willingly. His gaze was filled with a deep sense of longing, a raw hunger that was reflected in the hardness of his body. The sight of Eliza, exposed and waiting for him, was a powerful aphrodisiac, fueling his need to possess her, to imprint himself upon her body in the most primal way possible.
He positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her smooth flesh. The feel of her, the knowledge that she was his for the taking, filled him with a sense of anticipation and hunger.
With a firm yet gentle thrust, Linus entered her, feeling her warmth enveloping him. Eliza gasped at the intrusion, her body stretching to accommodate him, feeling full.
"You're so tight, Eliza," Linus murmured, his voice a seductive rumble that seemed to vibrate through her very core. "Every time with you feels like the first."
He paused for a moment, his breath caught in his throat as he savored the sensation of being inside her. She felt warm, snugly embracing around his length. It took every ounce of his self-control to hold still, to resist the primal urge to drive into her with wild abandon.
With a slow, deliberate movement, Linus began to withdraw, feeling her cling to him as he pulled back almost more than he could bear. He retreated until only the very tip of him remained within her before reversing the motion and pushing forward again. The movement was seamless, each thrust flowing into the next, and the friction between them was a steady, unrelenting tide that fueled the fire already burning between them.
Then, with a voice that was both a command and an invitation, Linus said, "Move."
Eliza's body responded instinctively to the single, whispered word. She began to move her hips in time with his, matching his rhythm. The movement caused Linus to sink even deeper inside her, eliciting a moan of pleasure from them both.
"Move faster, Eliza," he commanded, his voice imbued with an authority that was impossible to resist. His hand pressed firmly against her back, a guiding force that was both reassuring and dominant. "Feel me inside you," he whispered, his breath a scorching caress against her ear. "Service me, give me what I want."
His low and husky words were filled with a raw urgency that resonated deep within Eliza's core. They spoke to a need within her—a need to please, to surrender, to lose herself in the pleasures of the flesh.
Guided by his hands on her hips, Eliza moved faster, rocking back and forth with an increasing fervor. Linus's fingers wrapped around her waist, setting a demanding and exhilarating pace. She responded instinctively, her body moving in sync with his as she slid along his length, the friction between them building to a crescendo of sensation.
A sinister smile spread across his face as Linus watched Eliza move with unbridled passion. It was a look that held a trace of triumph, a visible sign of his power over her. He reveled in the transformation he had wrought in her, the once-reserved mayor's wife now a creature of desire, her movements fluid and uninhibited.
His eyes lingered on the view of her body in motion, the way her breasts swayed with each movement, her nipples hardened into tight buds of arousal. The sight was intoxicating, a visual feast that only stoked the fires of his desire.
At this moment, as Eliza moved beneath him, Linus was acutely aware of his control over her. She was vulnerable, exposed, and entirely at his mercy—a situation he had orchestrated with meticulous care.
Linus begins to move frantically, his hands digging deep into Eliza's thin waist, his fingers pressing into her skin as he tries to hold her still while he plunges deeper and faster into her body.
Sensing his urgency, Eliza raises herself to accommodate Linus's increasing pace. Her body is tense and rigid, and her face is a picture of concentration as she struggles to keep up with his fervent thrusts.
The bed creaks and groans beneath them, the wood slats straining to contain the intensity of their passion.
Linus's eyes are wild and unrecognizable, fixed on Eliza's body as he drives himself deeper into her.
As Linus' gaze lingers on the back of Eliza's head, he becomes captivated by the gentle swaying of her hair, which rhythmically bobs back and forth with each of his deep, thrusting strokes. His hand, still wrapped around her waist, begins to wander upward. His fingers brush against the softness of her hair as he pulls gently but insistently on the strands.
Eliza's head is lifted by Linus's hand, her face tilted up toward him as he raises her body against his in perfect synchrony with his rapid, rough strokes.
Linus's eyes are lost in Eliza's face; her mouth is slightly parted, and her eyes are half-closed as she succumbs to the intensity of their passion. As he continues to thrust into her, Linus's hand tightens around her hair, his grip gentle but firm.
"Oh, Eliza," he murmured, his voice thick with lust, as he pulled back on Eliza's hair, forcing her back against him as he plunged deep inside her. The motion is brutal and primal, their bodies moving in a frantic dance of desire.
With a guttural shout, Linus releases his pent-up tension, pulsating with each successive burst as he pours his seed deep into Eliza's. Her eyes are closed, her face tilted back in abandon as she surrenders to the pleasure coursing through her veins.
Linus pulls out of Eliza's body and collapses onto the bed beside her. His chest heaves with exertion, his breathing harsh and ragged as he struggles to catch his breath.