Mommysgirl
Chloe Cherry, Ryan Keely Pic(s)
A low hum, the kind felt more in the teeth than heard by the ears, began to permeate the thick air of the room, a palpable tension that clung to the skin like a second, unwanted layer. He felt it first as a prickle at the back of his neck, a cold finger tracing a path down his spine despite the room’s oppressive warmth. Her gaze, heavy-lidded and dark, held his from across the space, and in their depths swirled a vortex of unspoken resentments and a hunger that was anything but kind. The space between them seemed to warp, charged with an invisible current that made the fine hairs on his arms stand at attention, a silent alarm. She took a slow step forward, the rustle of her silk dress a whisper of promise and threat intertwined, each movement a deliberate provocation. The scent of her perfume, usually a soft floral, now carried a sharp, metallic edge, like ozone after a lightning strike, signaling an imminent storm. He could taste the electricity on his tongue, a coppery anticipation that made his heart hammer agat his ribs, a frantic drumbeat in the sudden stillness. Her lips parted not in a smile, but in a slow, deliberate exhalation that seemed to draw all the light from the room into the dark invitation of her mouth. This was not a seduction of gentle caresses, but a claiming, an atmospheric shift where every breath felt like a challenge and every glance a dangerous, thrilling weight.
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