21Sextury
Alyssa Bounty, Kristof Cale Pic(s)
The low thrum of conversation and the clinking of glasses created a private rhythm just for them, a world built within the dim amber light of the establishment. His gaze, heavy and deliberate, traced the delicate path of condensation as it slid down the side of her wine glass, a slow, purposeful journey that mirrored the heat pooling low in her belly. She watched his fingers, long and capable, idly turning his own glass, the simple movement speaking volumes of restrained intent. The scent of his cologne, a dark blend of sandalwood and spice, wove through the air between them, an intoxicating promise that made her lean infinitesimally closer. A slow, knowing smile touched his lips as he registered her shift, a silent acknowledgment of the current passing through the scant space separating their bodies. The noise of the crowd faded into a distant hum, every sense narrowing to the point where his knee brushed agat hers beneath the small table, a touch as electric as it was accidental. The taste of the rich cabernet on her tongue was nothing compared to the imagined flavor of his mouth, a thought that sent a visible shiver down her spine which he did not miss. His voice, when he finally spoke, was a low murmur meant only for her, the words themselves less important than the intimate vibration that seemed to settle deep within her bones. In that suspended moment, the promise of the night was a tangible thing, a shared, unspoken agreement that stretched taut with anticipation, waiting for one of them to give it voice.
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