Wildest Dreams

Seraphine’s lips curled into a teasing smile, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something darker, a hunger that even she was beginning to struggle to suppress. She let Yoon guide her hand to his shoulder, but as he hovered his hand near her hip, she took a small step closer, closing the gap between them. She was hyper-aware of everything about him, the soft, steady rhythm of his pulse, the way his scent wrapped around her senses and tugged her further under the curses spell. The unfamiliar feeling stirred, an ache blooming within her, reminding her instinctually of what she needed. Her gaze flickered to the line of his throat, the bare skin just under his collar.

Her fingers moved up, curling around his shoulder as she adjusted their hold, guiding his hand to the small of her back, pulling him even closer. Their bodies now brushed against each other, the space between them almost non-existent. If you want to dance with me, you’ll have to get a little closer… like this.

The dance began with a gentle sway, a slow rhythm as they found their footing together. Her movements were graceful, fluid, as if she was gliding across the floor rather than stepping. But with every shift, every step, she found herself leaning closer to him, her lips hovering near his skin, teasing the air near his ear, his jaw, the corner of his mouth. The temptation gnawed at her, made her breaths uneven as she fought to keep her composure. The unaware would think her growing more flustered, aroused by the combination of well oiled flirting and enrapturing footwork.

It was a delicious game, and she felt herself slipping deeper into it, her hunger pushing her to see just how far she could go. She let her lips linger near his cheek, his jaw, her breath a soft whisper against his skin, before she finally pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. Maybe… we should find a less... public place?

@Yoonjie