Round 2

As Jeane settled beside Silra on the bed, her wings shifting restlessly behind her, their thighs touched in a deliberate, intimate gesture. The morning sunlight danced across Silra's features, awakening memories of their previous night together. Jeane's fingers traced Silra's collarbone, sending shivers down her spine. "You're more like...a spellbook full of secrets," Jeane whispered, her voice a low purr.

Silra leaned back on her hands, watching Jeane circle the bed with predatory ease. The memory of Jeane's wings wrapped around her came flooding back, leaving Silra already wet and eager for more. "Spellbook of secrets?" Silra scoffed, but her tone lacked real heat, her eyes locked on Jeane's face.