“Florin, I can’t—this is too much—”
“It is nothing compared to your beauty.” He stood and extended his hand.
He gently took the box and lifted the necklace. “May I?”
I nodded, unable to speak.
He moved behind me, and I felt the cool weight of the diamonds against my skin. His fingers brushed my neck as he fastened the clasp, lingering just below my ears. Every touch sent fresh waves of sensation through my body—anticipation, desire, something almost like fear at how good this all felt.
“Dance with me?” he whispered softly.
I nodded, and took his hand, still stunned, and he led me to the center of the salon.
The violinist shifted to a waltz. Florin had his hair tied back in a slick ponytail, and as we started a slow dance together, I noticed the edge of a tattoo peeking from under his collar. Dark lines, intricate patterns. I wondered how far it extended across his chest, down his body.
He pulled me close, one hand at the small of my back, the other holding mine. His grip was delicate but devotional, like he thought I might break under too much pressure.
He looked right into my eyes the entire time. He looked at me like he was drinking in every feature of my face, memorizing me.
The music swelled, and he pulled me even closer. I could feel a hardness pressing against me through his jeans.
We kept dancing, slowly at first, then faster. More passionate. Our bodies moved together with an urgency, and I could see desire and lust in his eyes. He pulled my leg up to his thigh and I leaned on him, still looking into his eyes. We remained frozen in that position for a fewseconds until my thighs started trembling with carnal desire at the closeness of his body to mine. I felt my panties getting wet, and felt heat rising up my legs.
Florin leaned forward and kissed my cheek. Slowly, he moved his mouth to my ear. His breath smelled faintly of tobacco mixed with musk—sophisticated, intoxicating.
“I want to treat you like a goddess,” he whispered. “I want to do things to you that will make you see heaven.”
“Do you want to see heaven?” Florin’s lips brushed my ear as he spoke.
“Yes,” I whispered back. “I do.”
He took my hand and led me toward a corridor. As we passed one of the uniformed staff, Florin paused. “Please do not disturb us.” The staff bowed slightly and made way for us.
We continued down the corridor to a closed door. Florin opened it, and I gasped.
The stateroom was larger than our master bedroom at home, but that’s where any similarity ended. Plush carpet, a massive bed with what looked like silk sheets, soft lighting that made everything glow. And the entire far wall opened onto a private balcony.
Through those open doors, I could see Paris glittering as we glided past. The lights of the city reflected on the dark water, creating a magical, shifting landscape.
Florin locked the door behind us with a soft click.
Then he took me by the waist and walked me out onto the balcony.
The night air was cool against my skin. I could hear the gentle lap of water against the yacht’s hull, the distant sounds of Paris nightlife.
“I want to show you Paris like you’ve never seen it before,” Florin whispered in my ear.
“How?” My voice came out breathy, already knowing what he meant, already wanting it.
“I want to undress you right here.” His hands moved to my hips. “I want to taste you. I want to see the look in your eyes when I make you come.”
His words made my nipples harden instantly, visible through the thin fabric of my dress.
Florin looked down and smiled.
He slid his hands up my thighs, pushing my dress higher. Then he lifted me, and placed me on a sideboard at the wall of the balcony. He pushed me against the wall, and my legs fell limply over the edge of the sidebar. He parted my legs slightly, and stood in between them. He looked at me with pure lust in his eyes. I sat facing the river and the exquisite sights of the Paris skyline but at that moment, nothing was more exquisite than the young, beautiful man in front of me.
He looked into my eyes and kissed me. He pushed down the neckline of my dress, exposing my breasts. His lips were tender at the delicate places, and hard at just the right spots as he kissed his way from under my ears, to my neck, past my collar bones and down to my breasts. He lowered his mouth to one of my hard nipples, and started sucking and kissing.
