Turn around...(R-18)

"…If I try to do it every day, of course, I would change."

"You have to say these things correctly. Don't you take a break once every three days?"

"That's, uh…" she hesitated, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. The room felt warmer, the air between them charged with an unspoken anticipation.

Raven's intense gaze never wavered, and she could feel her resolve weakening under his scrutiny.

Raven lifted his head and leaned in to lick Seraphina's neck, his tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path. She trembled slightly, her grip tightening on his shoulder as a soft gasp escaped her lips.

His hand, which had been tracing along her neckline, slowly lowered the rest of the string, his fingers brushing against her skin with a tantalizing touch. The thin fabric of her clothing eventually slipped down, forming a delicate puddle at her feet.