GCAVixens: Red Room Drama: Scene 3

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The heavy velvet drapes were drawn agat the encroaching night, but the fire in the hearth cast a pulsating, amber glow that painted our skin in flickering shades of honey and gold. His fingers, calloused and sure, traced a slow, deliberate path from the hollow of my throat down to the frantic pulse beating at my wrist, a silent promise of the possession to come. I arched into his touch, a soft sigh escaping my lips as the scent of sandalwood and our mingled anticipation filled the thick, warm air. The world outside ceased to exist, reduced to the universe contained within these four walls, where the only sounds were the crackle of the flames and the sharp intake of breath. He lowered his mouth to the sensitive curve of my shoulder, his tongue a brand of heat that made my nerves sing and my thoughts scatter like fallen leaves. My own hands found purchase on the hard planes of his back, nails lightly scoring the skin in a primal claim as he pressed me deeper into the yielding softness of the divan. Every brush of his lips, every shift of his powerful frame agat mine, was a carefully orchestrated movement in this intimate dance, building a tension that was both exquisite and unbearable. A low groan rumbled in his chest, vibrating through me as his hips settled agat my own, erasing the last vestiges of space between us. In that suspended moment, with desire a live wire sparking through my ve, I knew this was not a beginning or an end, but a culmination, a fierce and beautiful storm we were destined to weather together.