Evilangel
Martina Smeraldi, Raul Costa Pic(s)

The air itself seemed to shimmer with a latent heat, thick with the scent of sun-warmed leather and the faint, musky perfume of anticipation. Her fingers, delicate yet deliberate, traced the powerful curve of a shoulder that rippled with contained energy, feeling the life thrumming just beneath a coat of sleek, damp satin. A low, guttural sound vibrated through the stillness, not a word but a language of pure tinct that echoed in the hollow of her own throat. She leaned into the solid, unyielding warmth of the massive form, her own slender frame a stark contrast to the brute strength that stood patiently for her exploration. Every breath she took was filled with the animal’s essence, a primal aroma of earth and salt and pure, untamed power that made her head spin. The silence was profound, broken only by the soft creak of a harness and the rhythmic, hypnotic sound of their mingling respiration. Her gaze was locked on the dark, intelligent eye that watched her with a depth of understanding that bypassed all reason, speaking directly to something ancient within her soul. A single bead of sweat traced a slow, deliberate path down the valley of her spine, a tiny, cool shock agat the feverish flush of her skin. In that suspended moment, the world narrowed to this singular, electric connection, a dance of dominance and submission where every touch was a question and every shuddering exhale was the answer.
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