"Manuela"

In the bedroom, he stood me up and pulled his face away, looking at me as if scrutinizing my face for any hesitation. His eyes glowed like two burning flames, and he kissed me again. It was a kiss of pure lust and desire, as if he were going to devour me whole.

Candles lit in clear glass containers emanated from the room, emanating a golden light and a faint scent of sandalwood, giving the room an even more intimate and romantic feel. On the bedside table, a pink lysianthus arrangement stood out, and the music playing in the living room continued to be heard through the sound system. These were details he had planned for me, and it filled my heart with joy.

"You have no idea how much I want you. You can't imagine the dreams I've had about you. You have no idea how anxious I've been all day today." "Flávio," he said, his forehead pressed against mine and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, a loving gesture I was already becoming dependent on.

"Show me," I said, summoning