You're mine

As I watched Elena step out of the bathroom, my breath caught in my throat. The lingerie I had carefully selected for her clung to her curves in the most tantalizing way. The deep burgundy lace against her smooth skin made her look like an absolute goddess.

Every inch of her was perfect, from the way the garter belt accentuated her hips to the delicate lace that barely concealed her breasts. I felt a surge of desire so intense it almost took my breath away. I wanted to tear that lingerie off her and devour every inch of her body, but I also wanted to savor every moment, every sigh, every gasp.

"Here is my dessert," I said, my voice low and husky with longing. Her eyes widened slightly, and a flush spread across her cheeks. God, she was beautiful.