"Love in the Spotlight"

Taylor Swift slipped out of bed, her bare feet padding softly against the plush carpet of their Manhattan penthouse bedroom. She stretched her arms above her head, arching her back in a languid cat-like motion, and yawned. The city lights twinkled outside their floor-to-ceiling windows like diamonds scattered across the velvet expanse of night. She smiled to herself, feeling the warmth of Daveed's gaze on her. Turning, she found him propped up on one elbow, his eyes fixed intently on her. His dark skin glowed in the soft light, and his hair was mussed from sleep. Taylor's heart skipped a beat as their eyes met, and she felt a flutter in her chest. "Morning, sunshine," Daveed said, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down her spine. Taylor padded back to the bed, a smile playing on her lips. She let herself fall onto the mattress beside him, snuggling into the crook of his arm. Daveed wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. Their lips met in a gentle, sweet kiss. Taylor felt a spark of desire ignite within her, and she deepened the kiss, her tongue tangling with Daveed's. He tasted like coffee and morning, and she couldn't get enough. As they kissed, Taylor's hands roamed over Daveed's chest, tracing the contours of his muscles beneath his skin. He shifted, rolling onto his back and pulling her on top of him. Taylor settled into the valley between his thighs, her core nestled against his. The warmth of his skin seeped into hers, and she felt her body respond, her nipples hardening, her breathing quickening. Daveed's hands wandered over her hips, up her sides, and finally came to rest on her breasts. His thumbs brushed across her nipples, sending shivers down her spine. Taylor moaned, her hips rocking against him. Daveed's erection pressed against her, thick and hard, and she felt a rush of excitement. She ground against him, building friction, and Daveed groaned, his eyes flying open. "Taylor," he whispered, his voice strained. She looked down at him, her hair spilling around them like a curtain of gold. Daveed's eyes locked onto hers, and she saw the desire burning there, the love and adoration that always left her breathless. Without a word, Taylor reached for the bedside table, fumbling for a condom. Daveed's hands guided hers, and together they sheathed him. Then, with a gentle lift of her hips, Taylor sank down onto him. The world narrowed to the sensation of Daveed's body inside hers, the pleasure building with every slow, sensual thrust. Taylor closed her eyes, letting the rhythm wash over her, and Daveed's hands guided her hips, drawing out the pleasure. As they moved together, Taylor felt the love and desire swirl into a potent mix. She was lost in the sensation, in the look in Daveed's eyes, in the way he made her feel like she was home. And then, in a rush of sensation, they both came, their bodies trembling, their hearts beating as one. Taylor collapsed onto Daveed's chest, her face buried in his neck, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. For a long moment, they lay there, the only sound the hum of the city outside their window. Then, in a whisper, Daveed said, "I love you." Taylor smiled, her voice barely audible. "I love you, too."