Round 7

As Silra's slender fingers trailed lower along Jeane's torso, the succubus's form molded itself to her touch, her dark wings rustling softly against the bed. The soft skin of her abdomen responded with a subtle sheen of sweat, and the mattress creaked as Jeane shifted, her eyes locked on Silra's. In this fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still, the only sound their synchronized breathing and the gentle pressure of Silra's touch. It was then that Silra's fingers paused, catching her breath, and she smiled fondly at Jeane, her sharp features illuminated by the golden light. "I'm mapping every inch of you by touch alone," she whispered, "so I can recreate it from memory later when you're away and I need the comfort of knowing exactly where this freckle is located."