After bidding everyone farewell, Christopher made his way back to the bedchamber. The room was silent except for the soft shuffling of Rose's satin dress as she shifted on the bed. The scent of fresh florals filled the air, emanating from the vase of flowers Rose had placed on the nightstand.
As Christopher entered the room, the moonlight streaming in through the window illuminated Rose's delicate features, casting a gentle glow on her porcelain skin. His lips curved into a warm smile as he gazed upon his lovely Rose. Feeling the softness of the Aubusson rug under his feet, he made his way to the bed.
As Chris undressed, Rose fixed her sultry gaze on him. He removed all his clothes except for his trousers and belt, which he left on. As she watched his masculine frame, a burning desire stirred deep inside her.
