The Bared Neck of a Desert Warrior

Title: The Bared Neck Kai stood before me, his chiseled physique a testament to hours spent beneath the scorching desert sun. We were in Marrakech, a city of golden light and whispered secrets.

The scent of jasmine wafted through the air as we stood on the rooftop of our riad, the intricate tilework a mosaic of blues and golds. His eyes locked onto mine, a spark of desire igniting the air between us. "What women and psychologists call 'dropping your armor,' we call 'barring your neck,'" he said, his voice low and husky. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he stepped closer, his massive frame towering over me.

His chest was a canvas of rippling muscle, each pec a work of art that begged to be touched. I reached out, my fingers tracing the lines of his abs, and he let out a low growl. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the city in a warm orange glow, Kai's hands began to roam.

They danced across my skin, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. I felt his fingers brush against the tender skin of my neck, and I let out a soft gasp. His lips followed, tracing the curve of my neck, his breath hot against my skin.

I felt my armor shatter, my defenses crumble, as his tongue danced across my skin. We were two animals, wild and untamed, our desire a primal force that couldn't be contained. As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Kai's hands found my hips, his fingers digging deep into my flesh. I felt his hardness press against me, a solid, unyielding force that left me breathless. In that moment, I was his, my body a canvas for his desire. And as he took me, his body a blur of muscle and sweat, I knew that I would never be the same again.