The master bedroom suite was submerged in a deep, moody stillness. A solitary, amber-toned floor lamp in the corner cast long, warm shadows across the plush ivory carpet and the wide expanse of the king-sized bed. The heavy velvet curtains were drawn tight against the night, shutting out the rest of the world.
Sophia stood near the foot of the bed, her breath coming in slow, deliberate hitches. She wore a simple black silk chemise that barely reached her upper thighs, held up by thin, delicate straps.
Mark stood a few paces away, unbuttoning his dark dress shirt with slow, methodical precision. He tossed the shirt onto a nearby armchair, revealing the broad, muscular expanse of his chest and shoulders. He didn't look angry; his expression was calm, heavy, and intensely focused, his dark
