Sarah's body pressed against Andrey's, her warmth seeping through the thin fabric of her maid outfit. She could feel his hands sliding up her back, fingers tracing the curve of her spine, and she shivered at his touch.
"I love the way you touch me," she murmured against his lips. "Like I'm something precious."
Andrey's voice was low, sincere. "You are precious, Sarah."
Sarah's heart fluttered. She kissed him again, deeper this time, her tongue sliding against his with a slow, passionate rhythm. Her hands roamed down his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palm.
His fingers found the hem of her dress, sliding beneath the fabric to touch the bare skin of her thigh. His touch was warm, gentle, tracing slow circles on her skin.
"So soft," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're so beautiful, Sarah."
Sarah's breath hitched, a soft moan escaping her. "Andrey… I want to feel all of you."
