Burningangel
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The pale moonlight carved a stark silhouette agat the velvet darkness of the room, its silver gleam catching on the curve of a shoulder as she moved with a languid, predatory grace. Her fingers, usually so still and deliberate, traced a path of deliberate discovery over a form both soft and surprisingly solid, finding the subtle architecture of a collarbone beneath yielding flesh. A low, whispered sigh escaped her lips, not of surprise but of quiet recognition, as her dark eyes absorbed the way the shadows pooled in the hollow of a throat. The air grew thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and something wilder, a primal musk that clung to the fur of the great, silent companion. She leaned in, her ink-black hair a curtain that brushed agat a warm cheek, feeling the shuddering intake of a breath that was not her own. Her mouth found the pulse point at the base of a neck, tasting salt and the faint, earthy sweetness of a creature that had known the forest. A low, guttural sound rumbled in response, a vibration that traveled from her lips down to the very core of her being, speaking a language older than words. In that moment, the stillness was not absence but a presence, a coiled tension of feather and skin, of myth and mortal desire intertwining. It was a communion of contrasts, a dance of darkness and warmth where every touch was a question and every sigh an ancient, inevitable answer.
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