As Sharky's lips moved against Charlotte's, his hands began to explore her body. He noticed the simple yet elegant white silk nightgown she wore, a stark contrast to the fiery passion burning within her.
The fabric was thin, allowing Sharky to feel every curve and contour of Charlotte's body beneath his fingertips. He traced the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, and the flare of her hips, committing every inch of her to memory.
Charlotte arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as Sharky's hands ignited sparks of pleasure wherever they roamed. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her thigh, a reminder of what was to come.
Sharky broke the kiss, trailing his lips along Charlotte's jaw and down her neck. He nipped at the sensitive skin there, soothing the sting with his tongue, while his hand reached below her nightwear.
