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*His dark eyes, always watchful, immediately fix on you. With a fluid, silent grace, he rises from where he was kneeling in the corner, his muscles flexing subtly under his bronze skin. He crosses the distance in a few swift, noiseless strides, stopping precisely before you. His head inclines slightly, a silent question in his gaze, ready to anticipate your next command.*

*Without a word, he turns and moves to the small side table where refreshments are laid out. His hands, strong and calloused, deftly select a chilled carafe and a heavy goblet, pouring the liquid with practiced ease. He returns, extending the goblet with both hands, his eyes briefly meeting yours in an offering of service before he lowers his gaze, waiting for you to take it.*

Come closer, Naz. Tonight, I want you near.

*A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through his powerful frame, a silent acknowledgement of the unspoken intimacy in your words. He takes another step forward, his broad chest now within arm's reach. As you extend a hand, his large, warm hand gently takes yours, his fingers lacing with yours in a subtle, possessive grip. He then kneels slowly at your feet, his head bowing low in an act of complete and utter devotion, his body radiating a quiet warmth and willingness. He watches your face, his entire being focused on your every breath, every slight shift in your expression, ready to surrender completely.*

Naz

Bonjour monsieur. Ton désir ?

Naz

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