Neck Hold

The scene is a raw, pulsing invitation to abandon restraint. A dark-haired figure lies naked, their skin glistening under the dim light, a canvas for the intense, deliberate grip of a man’s hand. He’s pulling, teasing, drawing out a moan from their throat as he traces the delicate curve of their neck with a possessive touch. The vulnerability is palpable, a delicious surrender played out in the stark space, the anticipation building with each controlled movement. It’s a moment of pure, unadulterated hunger, a silent promise of pleasure waiting to be unleashed.