GCAVixens: Sheril Blossom Castings

Roccosiffredi

Sheril Blossom, Raul Costa Pic(s)

The air itself seemed to thicken, carrying the intoxicating perfume of a rare, nocturnal flower unfurling its velvety petals to the moonlight. A single drop of dew traced a slow, glistening path down the curve of a stem, a liquid diamond catching the silver glow before falling into the waiting darkness below. His hands, warm and sure, were the artisans of this quiet unveiling, mapping the delicate architecture of her spine with the reverence of a cartographer discovering a new world. Each deliberate touch was a silent question, and her answering shiver was a language more eloquent than any whisper, a tremor that spoke of anticipation and a deep, gathering heat. The world beyond their shared breath ceased to exist, the only sound the soft rustle of fine linen yielding to the press of skin agat fevered skin. He watched the flush bloom across her chest, a tide of warm color rising to meet his gaze, a silent testament to the ache building within her. Her head fell back, a surrender to the sensation of his mouth following the path his hands had charted, each kiss a brand of possession and devotion. A low, throaty murmur escaped her lips, not a word but a pure, unfiltered sound of pleasure that vibrated through the charged space between them. In that suspended moment, they were both molten and malleable, being shaped and cast into something new and exquisite by the crucible of their shared desire.