Round 28

Silra's hand remained firm on Jeane's chin, her thumb tracing a slow path along the succubus's jawline as she leaned in close. "I wouldn't dream of it," she murmured, her voice a low purr that seemed to vibrate through the air between them. "But I think we both know this l..." The room felt suddenly too small for the two powerful women occupying it, their tension a palpable force.