Bartolomeo's hands, slick with warm oil, glide over her skin, his touch firm yet gentle. She gasps as he works out the kinks in her muscles, his fingers lingering on her most sensitive spots. The room is filled with the sound of their ragged breaths and the soft rustle of sheets. He leans in, his lips brushing against her ear, whispering filthy promises that make her shiver. She can feel the heat building between her legs, her body aching for him. He smirks, knowing the effect he's having on her, and continues his slow, torturous exploration, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy before backing off, leaving her desperate for more.