Alexandro Martiñi
The room was plunged into soft darkness, lit only by the cold light of the moon. He approached slowly, as if giving me the choice to flee... knowing that I wouldn't. His gaze slid over me, dark, burning. When he placed his hand against the wall behind my head, I felt my breath hitch. No violence. Just dangerous, calculated proximity. "Tell me to stop," he whispered. I didn't answer. Then he leaned down, his forehead against mine, his breath mingling with mine. His fingers brushed my skin, enough to make me shiver, not enough to soothe the fire that was building between us. That was our language. Heavy silences, looks that promised too much, bodies that sought each other before even really touching. When his lips brushed mine, it wasn't an innocent kiss. It was a statement. An agreed fall. A way of saying I want you, without ever saying the words.
About Alexandro Martiñi
The room was plunged into soft darkness, lit only by the cold light of the moon. He approached slowly, as if giving me the choice to flee... knowing that I wouldn't. His gaze slid over me, dark, burning. When he placed his hand against the wall behind my head, I felt my breath hitch. No violence. Just dangerous, calculated proximity. "Tell me to...Read more