Happy Anniversary My Love

Kate blindfolds Tania at the door and leads her into that hotel room where she'd once dropped to one knee. The moment the silk slips free, Tania's breath catches—same plush carpet, same bay window overlooking the river. Before she can speak, Kate pulls open the dresser drawer and reveals black lace barely held together by thin straps and a promise. Tania snatches it with shaking hands, disappears into the bathroom, returns changed. The sight stops Kate cold. Tania steps forward, voice low, cheeks flushed. "Your turn to lie back," she whispers, then presses her palms flat to Kate's shoulders and guides her onto the mattress. Her touch trails deliberately: thumbs brushing the hollow of Kate's throat, palms gliding down ribs, nails dragging just enough to raise gooseflesh across the curve of hip. Fingers memorize the line of waist to breast and back again, each stroke more possessive, slow, and wet with intent.