Round 3

As Jeane's lips grazed Silra's ear, the air was charged with a new intimacy, one that had been building since their arrival at the beach-side hotel. The scent of the ocean mingled with something uniquely Silra, a fragrance that only she could wear. Jeane's hand slid around to Silra's back, pulling them flush together, as her other hand cupped Silra's cheek, tracing the high arch of her cheek. "This time is different," Jeane whispered, her voice a low rumble that vibrated through her chest and into Silra.

Silra's eyes followed the lines of Jeane's body, familiar yet charged with new significance now that they were alone. Her Succubus' wings curled close as if in anticipation, and Silra felt a corresponding flutter low in her belly. "This time is different," she murmured, her voice barely audible even to her own ears. "Last time you were trying to seduce me—this time I'm all yours." She reached out, trailing her fingers along the curve of Jeane's neck, their skin warm against each other's.