Round 8

As Jeane's gaze locked onto Silra's, a spark of darkness ignited in their depths, illuminating the tension between them. The air thickened with unspoken promises, the soft rustle of Jeane's wings the only sound. Silra's slender fingers danced across Jeane's skin, tracing the curve of her shoulder, sending shivers down Jeane's spine. "You can admire all you like once I'm done exploring every inch of what's mine—with my hands or otherwise," Silra murmured, her eyes bright and challenging. Jeane's cheeks flushed as Silra stepped boldly into her space, so close she could smell the sea salt in her hair and feel the warmth radiating from her skin.