Seraphine swayed in Yoon’s hold, giggling, her lips curling into a playful pout.
As they stepped into the cool, night air, a shiver ran down her spine. The darkness was thick, almost palpable, and she felt it cling to her, wrapping around her like a shroud. The curse she carried unknowingly, stirred, stretching awake, hungry and impatient. The shadows seemed to deepen around them, as if they too sensed the rising tide within her, yet everything was sharply clear as if the night sky had no effect on her vision. Seraphine ignored the darting black tom that caught Yoon’s attention, her focus entirely on his pounding heartbeat. The way he guided her, so sure and steady, made something inside her pulse, and not just with desire. Her fingers tightened around his arm, pulling him closer, her body brushing against his with each step they took.
She let out another laugh as they moved into a playful, improvised waltz, the rhythm of their steps echoing softly down the alleyway. Her vision sharpened, the way the world seemed to narrow to just him, his voice, his scent, his heartbeat. It drummed loud and steady in her ears, drowning out everything else, a tantalizing promise that made her pulse race, made her mouth water. Fear and exhilaration mingled in her chest, creating a heady, electric cocktail that made her grip on reality slip.
Without warning, she stumbled, knocking them both into the rough stone wall of the alley. She gasped, the sound almost a giggle, tilting her head up to look at him through her lashes, pretending to steady herself against him.
Seraphine’s breath hitched as her lips pressed against his skin, the need crashing over her in a wave that made her dizzy, made her reckless. The darkness around them seemed to coil tighter, urging her on, and she could feel the voice whispering in her ear, urging her to take what she needed. She hesitated, just for a moment, but then the steady, rhythmic thump of his heartbeat drowned out that hesitation, and she could resist no longer.
With a sudden, swift movement, she pulled his collar tight, forcing him closer, and parted her lips, her teeth grazing his skin.
@Yoonjie
Alright, you win. Take me home…she murmured, but her eyes glinted with something darker, something the night seemed to draw out of her. She clung to him, letting him lead her, but her focus wasn’t on the path, it was on him.
As they stepped into the cool, night air, a shiver ran down her spine. The darkness was thick, almost palpable, and she felt it cling to her, wrapping around her like a shroud. The curse she carried unknowingly, stirred, stretching awake, hungry and impatient. The shadows seemed to deepen around them, as if they too sensed the rising tide within her, yet everything was sharply clear as if the night sky had no effect on her vision. Seraphine ignored the darting black tom that caught Yoon’s attention, her focus entirely on his pounding heartbeat. The way he guided her, so sure and steady, made something inside her pulse, and not just with desire. Her fingers tightened around his arm, pulling him closer, her body brushing against his with each step they took.
She let out another laugh as they moved into a playful, improvised waltz, the rhythm of their steps echoing softly down the alleyway. Her vision sharpened, the way the world seemed to narrow to just him, his voice, his scent, his heartbeat. It drummed loud and steady in her ears, drowning out everything else, a tantalizing promise that made her pulse race, made her mouth water. Fear and exhilaration mingled in her chest, creating a heady, electric cocktail that made her grip on reality slip.
Without warning, she stumbled, knocking them both into the rough stone wall of the alley. She gasped, the sound almost a giggle, tilting her head up to look at him through her lashes, pretending to steady herself against him.
Oops,she murmured, feigning clumsiness, though her eyes shone with something sharper, almost predatory. She slid her arms up around his neck, her fingers tangling in the dark fabric of his collar, and nuzzled into the curve of his throat, her lips brushing his skin as if she were whispering a secret.
You’re so warm, Yoon,she breathed, her voice low and velvety, almost a purr. Her lips hovered there, just above his pulse, feeling the life thrumming beneath the surface, hot and inviting.
I don’t think I want to go home just yet…Her words were barely out before her hands tightened, tugging his collar down, exposing more of his neck to her.
Seraphine’s breath hitched as her lips pressed against his skin, the need crashing over her in a wave that made her dizzy, made her reckless. The darkness around them seemed to coil tighter, urging her on, and she could feel the voice whispering in her ear, urging her to take what she needed. She hesitated, just for a moment, but then the steady, rhythmic thump of his heartbeat drowned out that hesitation, and she could resist no longer.
With a sudden, swift movement, she pulled his collar tight, forcing him closer, and parted her lips, her teeth grazing his skin.
So… hungryshe murmured, her voice barely a breath, before she bit down, sharp and deliberate, the world falling away as she finally gave in to the dark, hungry pull inside her.
@Yoonjie
10-22-2024, 03:53 PM
