Burningangel
Marley Brinx, Markus Dupree Pic(s)
The pale moonlight carved hollows beneath her collarbones as she stood motionless in the velvet darkness, her ink-black dress clinging to every subtle curve like a second skin. A slow, deliberate smile parted her lips as her fingers traced the delicate lace trim at her thigh, the fabric whispering secrets agat her skin with every slight shift of her weight. The air grew thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and something darker, more primal, that clung to the space between them. Her obsidian eyes held his with unnerving stillness, reflecting the flicker of candlelight like distant stars in a midnight pool. She stepped forward without a sound, the hem of her dress brushing the floorboards like a ghost’s sigh, closing the distance until he could feel the warmth radiating from her body. One cool, pale hand rose to cradle his jaw, her thumb stroking the line of his throat where a pulse beat a frantic, trapped rhythm. She leaned in, her breath a warm caress agat his ear as she whispered words that were not meant for daylight, her voice a low, melodic hum that vibrated deep in his bones. His hands found the narrow span of her waist, pulling her flush agat him until the rigid boning of her corset pressed into his chest, a barrier and an invitation all at once. In the profound silence of the old house, there was only the shared heat of their breath and the unspoken promise of surrender written in the dark language of her gaze.
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