Rough Ride: Ambers First Time

Peters Kingdom

PetersMAX

The storm lashed against the high windows of Peter’s kingdom, a private world of shadow and velvet where the only light was a low, golden fire. Amber felt his gaze like a physical touch, a silent command that made her breath catch in her throat as he slowly closed the distance between them. His hands, when they finally settled on her waist, were both firm and reverent, mapping the delicate architecture of her spine with an artist’s patience. A soft, helpless sound escaped her lips as he leaned in, his forehead resting against hers, sharing the warm, unsteady rhythm of their breathing. The world narrowed to this single point of contact, a thrilling precipice where fear and longing became indistinguishable. He guided her with an unspoken confidence, his strong arms a shelter from the raging tempest outside, making her feel both fragile and powerful. Every shift, every whispered sigh against her skin was a new language she was desperate to learn, her own hands clinging to his shoulders as an anchor. The raw intensity in his eyes promised not just passion, but a profound and terrifying surrender, a complete unraveling of the self. She met that intensity with her own, a silent plea and a challenge, her heart hammering a wild, frantic drum against his chest. In that suspended moment, as the fire crackled and the wind howled its approval, she willingly stepped into the beautiful, consuming storm he offered.