GCAVixens: Daphne Klydes First BBC Scene #01

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The air itself seemed to thicken, charged with a palpable heat that had nothing to do with the room’s temperature. Her breath hitched as a large, warm hand settled on the small of her back, its possessive weight a stark contrast to the delicate silk of her chemise. She felt the solid, powerful presence behind her before she saw him, a silhouette of coiled strength that cast a long shadow in the low light. His scent, a mix of clean sweat and dark musk, filled her senses as he leaned close, his lips brushing the shell of her ear in a whisper that was more vibration than sound. A shiver, delicious and unbidden, traced a path down her spine as his other hand slid up her thigh, the rough texture of his palm a thrilling abrasion agat her smooth skin. The world narrowed to the space between their bodies, to the escalating rhythm of their shared pulse thrumming like a hidden drum. When his mouth finally found hers, it was not a gentle inquiry but a claiming, a deep, languorous exploration that tasted of salt and desire. Her own hands rose to map the hard planes of his chest, feeling the fierce, steady beat of his heart beneath her fingertips, a primal rhythm that answered the aching need building within her. In that suspended moment, every nerve ending came alive, singing a wordless anthem of surrender and raw, unvarnished hunger.