Round 2

As Jeane settled beside Silra on the bed, her wings unfolding like dark petals, the air was heavy with anticipation. The touch was deliberate—a shift from predatory to intimate, as if the very fabric of their passion had been rewoven. Jeane's hand found Silra's hip, fingers tracing the delicate curve, and Silra felt a corresponding flutter low in her belly. "This time is different," Jeane murmured, her voice a low purr, "this time, it won't just be me exploring you—it will be us exploring each other."