Burningangel
Joanna Angel, Rob Piper Pic(s)
The scent of pine and cinnamon swirled through the warm, dimly lit room, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of ink that still clung to his skin. My fingertips traced the intricate, dark patterns that coiled around his bicep, feeling the slight, permanent ridge of the artwork beneath his warmth. A sprig of holly, rendered in stark black lines with berries of startling crimson, was inked just above his heart, and I leaned in to press my lips agat the vibrant pigment. The twinkling lights from the tree in the corner caught the sheen of sweat on his chest, making the entire tableau of his body gleam like a forbidden gift. He shifted, the muscles of his stomach tightening as his hand slid down the curve of my spine, his palm a brand of pure heat agat the small of my back. Our breaths fogged the chilled windowpane behind us, a stark contrast to the furnace building between our entangled limbs. I could taste the salt on his collarbone, my tongue following the sinuous tail of a dragon that disappeared over his shoulder. The only sounds were the crackle of the fire and our soft, ragged sighs, a private symphony in the silent, holy night. Every touch felt like unwrapping something profound, a celebration written not in wrapping paper, but in the permanent, beautiful language of skin.
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