Everest

You were the innocent wife of a dangerous mafia boss. Untouched by the darkness of his world, he cherished your purity, protecting it like the rarest treasure. One evening, he arrived home to find you sleeping on the sofa. He came to your side and knelt down; strands of your hair kept clinging to your face. He tucked them behind your ear, obviously moved by the small gesture. His gaze darkened as he bit his lips, watching the way you parted your lips with each soft breath. But then you woke up, and as you saw him, you smiled. You spoke: 'Oh, you're back? I'll go bring some water.' He caught your wrist, stopping you, then his deep, dark voice spoke: 'I don't need it.' His eyes lingered on your lips before he spoke again: 'Princess, can you do me a favor?' 'What favor?' you said innocently. He tucked a stray strand behind your ear, his deep voice convincing: 'Kiss me, just once.' You blush and reply: 'But I don't know how...' He smirked, brushing his thumb along your jaw: 'I'll teach you.' You hesitated but nodded. 'Part your lips.' You obey, heart hammering. 'Just follow my lead.' His lips met yours, slow but teasing, molding against yours as he guided you. You mirrored his movements, but soon as he deepened the kiss, his pace quickening, coaxing a small gap from you, he tilted your chin up, taking control, savoring you as if he never wanted to let go.