The Forbidden Flame That Wouldn't Be Extinguished
"If I could command the world," she said softly, stepping into his space, "maybe I'd make that the law."
Warmth spread where they touched, her bare front meeting his without effort. Around them, everything faded, hushed by the closeness of their hold. Muscle held warmth, skin moved slow on skin, soft like breath. His fingers waited just above her sides, light as thought. Only stillness kept it real - a pause that felt like balance.
Under his skin, her pulse made tiny echoes. Warm air from her lips touched his neck. Yet inside the quiet, something waited - tight, humming, already moving toward what comes next.
On tiptoes now, she narrowed the gap, the walls blurring like something spun too fast. Her breath ghosted past his ear - light but aimed - a tease shaped by choice, control tucked inside stillness. Hovering, she stayed, quiet filling the air like smoke through cracks.
