“I promise, it will drown you in pleasure until you cannot breathe.”

His voice wrapped around her like smoke, sliding into her bones. Heat spread through her body, making her tremble at the sound of his words. At first, it felt like a cold wind touched her skin, running down her spine, making her shiver. But then the cold turned into heat, stronger and stronger, until it rushed through her, filling her deeper and deeper, until her breath broke apart.

“What?” she whispered, so soft it was almost nothing, the word broken by her uneven breathing.

He leaned closer, close enough that his hot breath brushed her skin without touching it. Every part of her shook. “Don’t you want a release?”

Her chest rose fast, her hands gripping the edge of the table behind her until her knuckles burned white. Release. That word made her dizzy, as if the floor moved under her feet. She did not know what he truly meant, not with her mind, but her body seemed to know. Her body burned, ached, tightened, craving something, while her mind pulled back in fear.

“This feels… wrong,” she whispered, her voice unsteady, weak, more like a confession than a protest.