when I walk in a room, I can still make the whole place shimmer
Charlie purrs into his touch, the noise low and pleased like a cat soaking in sunlight. The stroke of his fingers against her arm coaxes sparks from her skin, but it’s the way he tucks back her curls—so maddeningly reverent—that makes her breath catch, just for a heartbeat. She leans into it shamelessly, lashes brushing his jaw, and murmurs, "There’s no need to be so gentle, darling."
As if on cue, the flames coiled around her fingertips slither lower with a predator’s grace. Heat curls around his hips and thighs, unravelling cloth like a promise kept, until the last threads are kissed away in ash and smoke. Charlie rises to the balls of her feet, pressing herself flush against him—soft silks, soft curves, soft sigh—contrasting the deliciously dangerous curl of her claws dragging down the outsides of his thighs.
She grins up at him, all heat and wickedness. "Blessed?" she echoes, tongue tucked teasingly against her teeth before her voice lowers, sultry and slow as honey dripped over coals. "But if you find yourself in my bed..." Her thumb traces along the edge of his hip, dipping slightly, "you can bet I’ll be spending every minute worshipping you like you’re the altar and I’m on my knees for Dygra herself."
Charlie’s tail coils behind her like a question mark made of mischief. "And believe me," she adds with a gleam in her eyes that borders on reverent hunger, "I’m a very devout priestess."
As if on cue, the flames coiled around her fingertips slither lower with a predator’s grace. Heat curls around his hips and thighs, unravelling cloth like a promise kept, until the last threads are kissed away in ash and smoke. Charlie rises to the balls of her feet, pressing herself flush against him—soft silks, soft curves, soft sigh—contrasting the deliciously dangerous curl of her claws dragging down the outsides of his thighs.
She grins up at him, all heat and wickedness. "Blessed?" she echoes, tongue tucked teasingly against her teeth before her voice lowers, sultry and slow as honey dripped over coals. "But if you find yourself in my bed..." Her thumb traces along the edge of his hip, dipping slightly, "you can bet I’ll be spending every minute worshipping you like you’re the altar and I’m on my knees for Dygra herself."
Charlie’s tail coils behind her like a question mark made of mischief. "And believe me," she adds with a gleam in her eyes that borders on reverent hunger, "I’m a very devout priestess."
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Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
