Valentine’s Day

By the light of the candles – Part 2
The warm water beaded over her skin, running in gentle streams over her breasts, her stomach, her hips. The shower was more than just a cleansing ritual – it was a moment to gather herself, a brief respite after a night full of heat and passion. With her eyes closed, she let the water run over her face, feeling how her body was still charged, as if every touch of the past hours had burned itself into her. Her fingertips glided gently over her own skin, as if she was testing whether it was just a memory – or whether the desire still glowed inside her.

When she finally turned off the water, she stepped into the changing room, clad only in her flawless skin. Her steps were soft, springy as she stepped up to the large mirror, scrutinizing her reflection. Her hair hung wet over her shoulders, drops of water running down her collarbones, down her back. She looked charged, like a woman who knew what effect she was having – and how much she was driving him crazy.
She reached for the little black bathrobe made of interspersed lace that she had brought with her for the shoot. A touch of elegance, a piece of fabric that revealed more than it concealed. She slowly slipped it on, letting the silky material glide over her arms, but she didn’t tie it up yet. The delicate fabric clung to her skin, tracing her contours, leaving her breasts only dimly concealed by the fine lace.
As she looked at herself in the mirror again, he suddenly appeared in the doorway.
He had approached silently, leaning in the frame with a casual elegance that sent a slight shiver down her spine. His gaze was dark, full of desire – not only for what he saw, but also for the memory of last night.
“You’re wearing exactly what I like best,” he said quietly.
She raised a brow, played with the belt of the bathrobe, let it slip through her fingers. “Nothing?”
His gaze traveled slowly over her body. “Almost nothing,” he corrected with a slight, dangerous smile. He stepped closer, and with each step she felt the tension building between them – thick as the air before a storm. His fingers grazed her forearm, then slid further down to the belt of her bathrobe. He paused, letting it rest loosely in his hand, as if he was testing how far he could go.

She looked at him challengingly, allowing the game. Her lips opened slightly, her breathing quickened as his fingers slowly pulled on the thin ribbon.
“Do you really want to do this?” she breathed, her heart pounding wildly.
He leaned forward, his breath brushing her skin, his lips hovering just a breath away from her neck. “Do you want me not to?”
She could hear the soft smile in his voice. It was a dance of temptation and desire – and neither of them wanted to be the first to give in. Slowly, he pulled the belt further, letting it slide between his fingers until the bathrobe opened slightly. The fine lace slipped over her shoulders, revealing more of her bare skin. His gaze burned into her, and at that moment she was certain – the Valentine’s Day shoot was not the only thing that would demand her full devotion today. Part 1 can be found here: by candlelight