Wicked
Eliza Ibarra, Codey Steele Pic(s)
The familiar space between them crackled with a new electricity, a silent understanding that the old rules had dissolved into the warm, dim light. His hand, which had rested on her shoulder a thousand times in comfort, now traced a slow, deliberate path down the curve of her spine, a question asked with skin tead of words. Her breath hitched, a soft sound that was both surrender and invitation, her eyes dark pools reflecting the same nervous hunger he felt. He leaned in, closing the final, breathless inch, and his lips met hers not with the haste of passion but with the reverence of a long-awaited discovery. The taste of her was a revelation, familiar yet utterly new, like hearing a beloved song played on a different, more intimate trument. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, erasing any remaining distance as their bodies aligned, a perfect, aching fit they had somehow always known. The soft groan that escaped him vibrated agat her mouth, a sound of pure, unadulterated want that she answered with a arch of her back. Every point of contact—the press of his thigh between hers, the heat of her palm flat agat his chest—became a star in a new constellation mapping their shared skin. In that suspended moment, the world narrowed to the whisper of fabric, the shared rhythm of their breathing, and the profound rightness of a boundary finally, joyfully crossed.
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